It's not official until 11:06 am, but, I'm thirty five.
Thirty-fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiive.
My daughter is walking around in a tank top, long john pants, and ski boots. We may presume she is excited to go skiing. The fashionista wanted pancakes for breakfast, no! Scones! But that will have to wait until tomorrow. It's my birthday and I'll not cook if I want to.
My husband is taking me out for coffee this morning, after the ski bunny is off to school. I wonder if I should wear the big tiara or the small?*
That's all that's happened so far.
*I don't own a tiara, but I'm beginning to wonder why not.
1 comment:
Right there with you.
35.
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