This weekend was grand. Friday night was a blast and as I celebrated with my closest girlfriends. We nommed on delicious sweets, drank fine wine & toasted with the bubbly. The rest of the weekend was filled with tacos, shopping & hot chocolate. In that order.
Now there is a mere 3 days before Paul comes home and I start my 12 day vacation. That noise you just heard? That was me screaming with excitement.
29 years ago today I was brought into this world and laid in my loving Momma’s arms. Although I wont spend this birthday (again) with my husband, I am going to be surrounded by my closest of girlfriends for a night of sugar, sugar, cocktails & more sugar followed by an old fashioned sleepover. I can’t wait.
Thank you all for the warmest birthday wishes. You sure know how to make a girl smile.
(Also, please note that I am throwing up my Hook’em Horns even at a few months old. It’s in my blood.)
So I basically am throwing myself a party. I’m not sure if it’s progressive or lame. I’m leaning towards the latter, but “Hey! It’s my birthday, right?”
My birthday falls on a Friday and Paul is out of town. Typically we do a big group dinner and paint the town some shade of rouge, but when The Mister is not here it just doesn’t feel right. My solution? Throw myself a fondue cocktail party! It’s women only and complete with champagne, cake balls and a chocolate fountain for me and my closest of friends.
Between the Houston gals coming in town and the few already staying the night it is sure to be a blast! With my birthday a week before Christmas there will be a warm fire, Christmas movies and lots of girls in jammie jamz!! Can’t wait, lame or not.