Birthdays and such

It is the end of my birthday-day, and my belly is full. Just when I thought life couldn't get any better, All Things BD hands me a bag full of goodness. Inside are a couple of frightening cards, a very touching friendship card, and a couple of the BEST cards ever from my nieces. Nothing says Happy Birthday quite like inspired, multi-colored kittens with wings and the words "Best Drawing Award". Awesome.

I also happened to score a great book and a couple of gift cards, which if you know me, know that I absolutely LOVE gift cards because I forget about them until I happen to be in that store reaching for my credit card to see that - NO! I don't have to pay! There is a handy-dandy little gift card right there!! I kid you not. My friends mock the fact that I salivate over gift cards but then forget them completely until random chance allows me to use them.

I can't help it. It is like finding cash in your pocket, or a chocolate bar you forgot you hid, or an old pair of jeans you forgot your owned. You may think I am kidding, but I really, REALLY am not. I'm that much of a freak. I genuinely forget I had a favorite pair of jeans (that I actually remembered to put it away) until I run out of clean jeans and rediscover them.

Anyway, Happy Birthday to me. I'm 21 for the 16th year, and I don't look a day over 40. And, I get to surprise myself with Starbucks and ITunes gift cards later. I am a happy girl.