Today is my birthday. I am 21*
The picture above is just a small insight into my traumatic childhood. Yes the monkey is real.
Anyway, birthday, shmirthday. It’s just another day really, isn’t it?
Except if you have two over-excited boys who are bursting to tell you what they’ve got you:
“I’ll give you a clue”, says Cheeky Boy “It’s not Lego”.
Boy Wonder is a more direct (Aspie that he is) “Um, do you like sparkly books that you can write all your notes in?”
Um, I’d better say yes to that one, eh?
The Saint, bless him, bought me a ticket for Pro Blogger Training Event in Melbourne next month. VERY EXCITING!
So that’s my gifts out of the way.
How am I feeling about being 21*?
Birthdays have scared me more as I have got older. (Me no like ageing).
Two months ago I would have told you I was terrified about being 21*, but recently those feelings have changed.
For the first time, in a long time I am excited about life and what is coming next.
So Cheers! and remember to have a gin for me tonight!
How do you feel about your birthday? Like ’em or loathe ’em?