…til my birthday! I’m a big fan of birthdays, especially my own. Heh. Even if I will be three-and-a-half decades old. That’s okay because George (and my brother) will be forty this year, so I am still young compared to them.
My dream is to sleep late on Saturday. That’s what I want as a gift. That’s all. (Oh, and another Wii remote so George can play the new Super Mario Bros with me.) 8 am would even be fine! 9 would be preferable, but while I trust that my dear, sweet, loving husband will get up with the boys and entertain them for a while, I will be needed to help get them downstairs for breakfast and such.
But ooh, wouldn’t it be fun to have a family birthday breakfast at a restaurant? I might be pushing my luck on that one…
I even get to go to a birthday party on Saturday! Not my own, but for a friend’s 7 year old. I think 7 year old birthday parties are probably more fun than 35 year old birthday parties. More cake. Maybe David will let me open some of his presents. Hmmm….