You know those annoying people who constantly remind everyone around them that their birthday is quickly approaching?
Yep, I’m usually one of them. Like celebrate for a month one of them. Like remind people Christmas day that the date of my birth is precisely three months away. But because of crazy life, I don’t think I’ve mentioned it once (lucky for you)…until this weekend.
Snail mail is one of my all time fave things to receive and I wasn’t disappointed upon visiting my mailbox Friday after work. I was gifted cards and presents from family and friends, which completely made this gal’s long Friday feel fabulous.
What does one do before a birthday week?
Celebrate the arrival of Saturday with mimosas, naturally.
While I was gulping the morning away, my Ma was up in Iowa getting ready to head back to Nashville after visiting the twins for spring break.
Thing is, my niece wasn’t about to let Gigi go home without a fight.
My dogphew Gunner even got on the sad train, delivering his best facial performance ever.
While Gigi was making everyone cry in Iowa, I set out to clean up the last disastrous room in my mini manse (you know, since I’ve lived here for eight months now…).
But visions of pre-birthday cocktails filled my head and so I simply closed the door and prepared for my evening out.
Which started out like this…
And continued on with this…
Two martinis in when sat at the table, I was pretty sure the restaurant thought I was a Nashville celebrity due to the table decor.
Until I realized every other table either had birthday or anniversary confetti strewn all over.
What’s a gal to do that never wants a party to end?
I kept it going in my elastic waisted threads (damn you birthday cake!), sipping a nightcap martini out of my gorgeous new leopard glass.
Sunday was a special reunion day, so I dressed up for the occasion.
You know how New Cat has been ill with eye, ear and throat issues the past three weeks? And how I have been away from the little fur ball love of my life just as long due to the possibility of him catching one of the three ailments?
I got my bear back!
Being that he was forced to sit on his very own private screened in porch, as well as peruse a house twice the size of my mini manse, Tedstar was exhausted and headed right for his bed.
Once his five-hour nap concluded, he mustered up the energy to eat a bowl of food and move to the couch for the rest of the evening.
Now that I have Mr. Ted E. Bear back, my upcoming week full of birthday celebrating will be complete.
Looking for last-minute gift ideas?
You know the way to my heart would be through a cocktail (or four).
Or, you could send me this must-have-for-me flask that my friend Todzilla spotted over the weekend (wonder why he thought of moi?).
Better hurry though as you’re running out of time.
Here’s hoping you have a fabulous week!
Have I mentioned it’s my birthday tomorrow?