Birthday Week

That’s right. I don’t just get a day, I get a week. Seriously. My birthday is Wednesday. My husband gave me my big birthday present this past Friday because he couldn’t wait. Today I get presents from my coworkers. Tomorrow from my uncle. Saturday, Ignited Moth’s sweet little behind will be at my house to finish off the birthday festivities.

My other big present is that my dad and uncle are coming to town to finish the unfinished room next to the master bedroom into a large walk-in closet for us. So with housework, work and company, I may be scarce this next week. I’ll pop in when I can with short posts and try to play catch up on everyone else’s blog next week.

30 was a breeze. 31 will be an adventure.

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47 thoughts on “Birthday Week

  1. Happy Birthday love. I loved turning 30 and 31 was just as cool because I felt settled in my 30s. My next one is 40 but luckily I am a big kid and will never actually grow up!! Ever!!! Enjoy yourself too much because the opposite is dull. πŸ˜‰xx

      1. Yea 20s for me were wild in a good and bad way. I was also in a very volatile relationship and I didn’t know what I wanted out of life bla bla. When I hit 30 I was single and gave the word a big F U and thought I’m a good bloke and if you don’t like it F U πŸ˜‰ That’s been my approach to life ever since and life just got better and better.

  2. I say get weirder exponentially every year or let your weirdness out. I love that the older I got the less shits I give. If I make it to 80, I expect to be riding a unicycle down the street with a purple hat and a kazoo. I also expect to fall a lot so pads will need to be an investment πŸ˜€

    1. LOL. I think I’ll end up being the lady with a million little dogs. I won’t get little dogs until I can’t handle big dogs anymore as big dogs are my preference. But I’ll definitely be swearing at the kids crossing my lawn. (Hell, that almost happens now.)

      1. I really don’t know anymore. I love big dogs and little ones. I love when the big ones act like little ones. The videos of Great Danes who think they’re tiny are truly god’s gift to the universe.

      2. That makes me so sad. I was saying to my husband today, how is it that asshole humans can live over 80 years, but dogs have maybe between 10-15 years. Like every dog in 80s and 90s movies has crossed the rainbow bridge ;_;

      3. Ahahaha! Can we also have science make them potty trained when they come out too? Because I might reconsider then…..Ah, who am I kidding? No I won’t. πŸ˜›

      4. You have your doggies! Some people might not think they count as children, but I’m not one of those people. Hell I unfriended someone for insisted it while I was currently taking Kin-mei in for his cancer treatments.

      5. The worst part is she’s whom I adopted Kin-mei from! Like wtf…the very week I’m taking him to cancer appointments, I’m justifying how my sick and dying cat is like my child to the very person I adopted him from. The universe really can’t get much weirder.

      6. Dude, not even that, but the house all the cats were living in burned down, so yeah definitely. The thing is she wasn’t mean to animals in the least, and the only reason I think she had those thoughts was because her first pregnancy was a stillbirth, but it’s like you don’t get to define how others look at their pets especially when having one hits all of those similar marks emotionally. Fuck that noise. It pissed me off so much. I didn’t really care how she defined having a pet (though not gonna lie, I still judged), but when you tell me I can’t define a relationship I have in that way then I’m doing the door slam. Her mother also replied on one of my posts about corgis saying they weren’t cute because she’d had them before and was apparently an expert.

      7. If there was a Devil even he would think Corgis are cute! Only aliens think otherwise. I totally agree with you though, anyone tries to define my relationship with my furbabies as anything less than what it is also get the door slam.

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