Today is my 41st birthday. And I'm not even feeling vulgar about it!
I know, I know! I've come a long way since last year, when on my 40Th birthday, I wanted to stab people (my sisters).
Thus far, these are the highlights of my day...
*My Husband bought me this chocolate birthday cake:
I had a GENEROUS portion of it for breakfast (AKA...A BIG ASS PIECE). It was yummy. Don't tell my Weight Watcher's leader cuz she'll be all, "Sally, you can have anything you want to eat today...in moderation! Just use your daily points/extra points/exercise points to count it!"
That's not happenin' today, Sister. So, put a friggin sock in it OR I'll whip out my taser (Okay. Maybe I'm still SLIGHTLY vulgar).
*While I was secretly hoping to get a birthday phone call, present, or card from the REAL George Clooney, neither of these things actually happened. He's probably busy entertaining some naturally skinny, gold digging whore at his Italian villa. Whatever, George. Don't come crying to me when she gives you genital warts.
However, all has not been lost. I ACTUALLY did get a card from somebody famous. Don't be hatin' on me, ladies. But, here it is...
Yeah, that's right! The GEICO Gecko! AND he wants to save me money on my car insurance, too. Jealous, b*tches? Yeah...I thought so.
Well, I'm heading out to meet my Mother (AKA...Sophia Petrillo) and my sister for lunch. My MOTHER insists on seeing me on my birthday. Apparently, she's entitled to monopolize some of my time just because she shot me out of her HOO-HA.
Whatever...just as long as she and BIG SISTER know that I'm not paying.
And tonight? Hubs and I are heading out for dinner with our buds---Lou (Yes. CRAZY LOU) and Linda. Stay tuned tomorrow for an update on what WRETCHED gifts they have in store for me.
Peace out, Dudes!!!