So today I am 32. Ok, if you want to get all technical and official, I won’t be 32 until 8:05pm Eastern. Which my daughter will so lovingly tell me Happy Birthday then. Which to that I replied “Good, that means I can wake you up at 12:37 AM when you turn 15.” Can you believe this child had told the teacher she assists the wrong time she was born even though I make a point to tell her all the time that she pretty much refused to be born on a Tuesday and just had to make absolutely sure it was a Wednesday? Enough about her though, I’ve got photos for you!
Aren’t I so 32 looking? And yes, I truly am that freaking pale. I do have makeup on, but it doesn’t matter when the flash is blindingly bright. It sees through it. My hair? I’ve been reformed. 1) My hair refuses to cooperate in being curled. It’ll stay curled but when I run my fingers through it all I get is a tangled mess. 2) I will probably continue being a brunette. I know, what happened to the redhead? I don’t know. I really love this color.
Just because I love you, here’s another one. I hope you are all having such a great St. Patty’s day. Dance a jig and drink some (colored) green beer for me.
One thing I do love about having my birthday today is that I don’t wear green. That’s right! I haven’t worn green for several (like 20) years because I told people I get a freaking pass, it’s my birthday, bitch. So.. Enjoy getting pinched, those of you who forgot to wear green. I always thought that was a stupid tradition anyway.
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