You should wish me a happy birthday. I want to have lots of comments because today I turn the
not so magical age of 41. You can do that for me, can’t you? Especially all the foreign readers; you are very tight-lipped.
It used to be that I’d wait around for people to make my birthdays spectacular. Like everyone was just wracking their brains trying to think of ways to celebrate my birthday. But this is the thing I didn’t really understand: nobody cares about my birthday even remotely as much as I do. (And I care about it a lot.) I lucked out by having an amazing husband who almost always plans a fantastic birthday for me but it’s usually in the evening. The daytime is for friends, relatives or whoever happens to be around.
Now I just plan what I want to do and invite everybody along. And guess what? It’s a lot funner than sitting around getting my feelings hurt because my friends can’t read my mind.
So happy birthday to me! Donuts, BBQ and much sugar will be consumed.