I arrived home late last night after one long, sleep deprived, exhausing, AMAZING celebratory birthday weekend. I was sung to a plethora of times, ate food like it was going out of style and partied like it was 1988. I even purchased my own ice cream cake then brought it to a party for all my friends to eat with me. My favorite part was when they asked me what name I wanted on my cake at DQ, I simply asked "Can you just write, to me?" slight pause... "to you? ha for you? ha uhhh ya ya we can do that!" they all just continued to giggle and smile at me as they finished my cake. Maybe it was outta pity? I wondered if they thought I was just going home to eat my newly purchased present all by myself.
What can I say? Some girls buy themselves size -4 clothes as presents to themselves... me? I prefer ice cream, cookies and fudge please!