...I am a rock star. I have known this all along, but today on my 39th birthday blonde rascal confirmed it.He made me this sweet card, including a picture of Alvin our barn cat. (No, I did not get a card from Jake and Reese, although I am sure they were thinking of me, that is my People magazine peeking out.)
I let him lick the icing on my glittery pink birthday cupcake.....only because he feeds my rock star delusion.
It is a good thing I think he is so cute.
(Yes, you might notice I have on my pj pants while my top half is still donning my normal clothes. It was 7pm, and that is what you do when you get old. Or as my good friend Kristen explains...there are no transitional clothes between daily wear and jammies, straight to pj's is where it is at.)
It was a fun day. Hubs gifted me with some new clothes cash. I SO need clothes. The best moment of the day was when The Marine called from Afghanistan. He did not realize it was my b-day...he had not slept in 3 days and is fighting a war...perfectly understandable! None the less, it was perfect timing. Hearing his voice was a gift.
39. Hmmmm. That has great potential to be scary, the safety net between me and 40 just got pulled out from under me. It is a good thing I still feel like I am 22. And I am a rock star.