We're Gonna Party Like It's 1967!

{minus the racism, chauvinism and plaid wide legged pants}

SOMEONE is having a birthday on Saturday.

I won't mention any names....but SOMEONE is turning FORTY FOUR. 

And she is NOT happy about getting OLDER. 
But she is thankful to still be ALIVE at 
FORTY {freakin'} FOUR. 

And to make shopping for SOMEONE easier, SOMEONE is registered at her two favorite stores;

Target and Tiffany.

Yes, SOMEONE is always thinking about others. 
SOMEONE finds this to be exhausting.

HEY, guess who used to be super cute and always had messy hair? (no matter how hard her Mama tried!)

 Hey, guess who used to have a 'tude...

{you would have been peeved too if you only got an old lady doll and a three wheeled bike for Christmas. The pile on the right is my Brothers. I swear}

Hands on the hips much??? 

Yeah,  SOMEONE still rocks that 'tude. And her hair is still somewhat messy. What of it???




Unless you are from another planet (Does Mork from Ork read this?) you figured out SOMEONE is moi.


Does it make you feel weird when I speak French? Yeah, me too. I don't even like French food.  
Unless French fries are in fact, French.
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I have the privilege of sharing my birthday weekend with some good friends and a lil' boy who is  stealing my thunder because it is his SECOND birthday!!!

 Yeah, way too much cuteness to be contained.



I will only have my thunder stolen by a cute lil' man.
I won't even demand a nap or cake. 
 

I hope YOU have a beautiful weekend...and hey, have a good meal or a glass bottle of wine in my honor.


And please, for the love of all things shiny, sparkly and unicorn-ish~~~~recycle that bottle!!!!

I changed my mind on that nap. I am already tired of being 40-something. 
And I want cake. 
now.



I really need to know...

Would you rather be 44 or 24???


Really? why???




     **My heartfelt thoughts and prayers to those good folks in the North East dealing with floods. Bee safe.**