What? Y'all know how I am so you know I held off talking about it as long as I could.
Forty! Or as I've recently decided FODEE! 'cause it's more fun to say that way. Especially if you say it fast.
I've seen some blog posts recently where some of you have quietly announced that it was the actual day of your birthday or that it had just passed, and to each of you I say WTH!? Why are you cheating yourself out of celebrating for a month like I usually do? You can't tell us after the fact. UH UH.
I'm having me some silly happiness. I'm having some celebration. I'm having my cake and I'm eating it too, because a party is only what you make of it. And I'm all about making the most of them.
I love my birthdays so much I have 2 a year. I have been doing that for so long I am actually somewhere in the neighborhood of 57 years old. Which means damn I look good for my age. Also? It means I get to celebrate the recognized birthday when frivolity is expected, and then I get to wake up some other random day just knowing it's time to celebrate the secret life of me~ the sacred and special things I keep only for myself.
Sometimes I spend my 2nd birthday with friends, which probably kind of sucks for them because I am not above calling 5 minutes before they have to leave for work to suggest maybe they just take the day off.
And you know something? They have. Which made me feel really special until I expressed that over lunch one such day and was informed "Juls, I'm at the beach with a frozen margarita in my hand on a work day. I love you and everything but I'm here as much for myself as for you."
Which actually made me feel even better about the day and the whole 2nd birthday concept. Kinda proves the point of them, doncha think?
In 11 days I'll be 40. And don't worry about forgetting. I'll be around to remind you.
PS. How awesome is this barrette going too look in my hair when I finish it tonight?
Birthday present awesome.