I had a lovely birthday yesterday. Thanks everyone to the birthday wishes via email, the blog and on Facebook.
I got great presents: An evening out for a Halloween carnival, an additional evening out for dinner, a necklace and a visit from a great friend, a candy bar poster, a coupon for room cleaning (which can be used on MY room 3 times, rock on), lots and lots of skittles, lots and lots of Coke (apparently I live on this?) and itunes gift cards. But, as always, N steals the show.
N: Mom, what do you want for your birthday?
M: Mmm. . . I dunno.
N: And don’t ask for a clean house again. You ask for that every year and it’s really hard!
And Thursday night, nearly midnight.
N: Mom! Mom!
M: (sleepily) what?
N: Mom, I can’t sleep!
M: Why can’t you sleep?
N: I’m just so excited that tomorrow’s your birthday!
Which makes him WAY more excited than me. With the company and the carnival and everything, I didn’t even have cake and open presents until today. Clearly the sign of someone super excited for a birthday!