This weekend I imagined something epic, like looking over the edge of a building drinking champagne out of the bottle. I planned to sleep in between the cushions of my sofa, instead, I cuddled through two kid movies. We certainly partied as planned. We sleep walked to bed and woke up three hours later.
The next day, we laughed louder as George Strait sang in the background. Each of us claiming he was our boyfriend, not really, just my mom.
Cheers to more birthdays full of sparkle and glitter.