Today is the day, the day the world was blessed with the birth of ME!
The husband tells me I'm 36 today, I guess I am. I always have to ask him. Once I hit 31, I didn't care anymore about how old I was so I always forget. I know about how old I am, but the actual number don't mean jack squat to me.
Only bad thing? For the next 2 months I'll hear about how I'm older than the husband. Snot that he is. He absolutely loves giving me crap about that. I just look at him and say "well, I still look better than you". It usually shuts him up.
So Happy Birthday to me... I'll accept any and all chocolate as a gift.