Today was my *sniffle snort leave out real age here* birthday today.
Okay, forget it. I'm 41. 41 glorious, fabulous, fantasmagoric years old.
It is going to be a good year.
To start out, unlike a whole buttload of other out there who have no actual reason to celebrate and act the fool, I did not drink like a fish. I do believe that is out of my system. This evening I have had one Smirnoff Ice Sour Apple Bite and one glass of Tabor Hills Reisling. It's my birthday so, unlike those unwashed alcoholic masses, I had a reason to celebrate. I did it the best way ever...with my family.
They surprised me with a trip of Frankenmuth for lunch and shopping. It was an amazing 75 degrees, sunny and warm as all get out. I still have pics of one of my past birthdays when I had to chisel my car out of a block of ice. The whole of Michigan is in total shock, and I am enjoying every moment of it.
Later, after we got home and I got band-aids on my blisters (haven't worn sandals in a while and my feet were *not* happy with me, hence the reason I took adhesive tape with me just in case...smart move on my part) we had a piece of the cake that the girls made me. The best part were the candles Don got to put on it:
I was in a such a good mood today that I even sat still for Don to take a picture of me while at lunch:
I have decided that this is my year. MY YEAR. My year to lose the rest of my weight and become an uber-teacher like my bff and WW mentor, Marla. It's gonna happen :).
So anyway, there you go. Happy St. Patrick's Day to all and I hope y'all had a safe and good time.
As for me, this is my motto:
Peace, Love and (erin go braugh!) Zombies \IiiI