I don't know when I became a birthday princess, but I have celebrated my birthday (the ides of March) for at least a week at a time for as long as I can remember. I know that a few other people would rather run a marathon with a sweaty goat strapped to their back instead of making a big deal out of the day they were born, but I just seem to sprout an invisible crown during the week around my mom's Labor Day. This year was no different, although I didn't put on any big parties.
Instead, The Chef took over the birthday duties, coming up with a birthday banquet (homemade fried chicken, mac-n-cheese, and cobbler a la mode) that came complete with purple tulips and a shiny birthday banner. Plus, he indulged me with a dance party AND a teary viewing of Steel Magnolias.
I am so spoiled!
Maybe I'll throw a party next year, in honor of the big 3-0, but it would be hard to beat this kind of attention.
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3 comments:
You got John to watch Steel Magnolias? Has he seen the light and requested a bleedin' armadillo cake? I'm so glad that you had a wonderful birthday. You have this charisma that just invites everyone around you to have a good time, so I'm not surprised when your birthdays are extra fabulous. :)
Happy Birthday, Birthday Princess. You are one of the best people I know! I hope you received the belated phone call from the NWA team. We love ya.
When a random box shows up on doorstep - from me.
First of all, happy belated birthday. Secondly, can I borrow the chef for my birthday on 4/2? I miss his cooking. My wife doesn't let me eat any of that stuff.
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