Ah I love my birthday, more than I probably should. I find it a cause to pamper myself for and entire and week and endulge in absolute selfish vanity for one day. I am completely convinced that not only did the day of my birth change my parents and all imediate and extended families lives, but it has also changed the life of everyone I have ever come into contact with and one day WILL be celebrated as a World Wide Holiday that even WalMart closes for! Yes, on my birthday I convince myself that I am quite special and no matter what happens no one can make me believe otherwise. I celebrate for an entire week each day of the week alotting a minimum of 10 min just for ME! I take a bubble bath or give myself a pedicure, maybe make myself some cookies or read a book. And then on my birthday I refuse to do anything I do not enjoy doing. For example no laundry, dishes, vacuuming, or making the bed. I do not like any of those things. And if no one makes me a birthday treat I will make my own. Which pans out better anyway because I know what I like.
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And this Birthday Treat was Delish!!!! I made 4 of them and shared only 1 with my hubby.
Speaking of my hubby he was sooooooo sick on my birthday. He came home and went straight to bed, which isn't like him at all. Usually I get very spoiled. So Emy and I partied without him.
We had a toast to me with Chocolate Milk. And yes, Emy had chocolate formula. And can I just say she has never drank it so well! Big Smile.
Happy Birthday to ME!!!! 22 and counting
