Happy Birthday to me,
Happy Birthday to me.
My daughter just threw up,
Happy Birthday to me!!!!!
She's only 4, but this is the third time she's been sick on my birthday. Why??? What did I ever do to her??? Hmmph.
I'm meeting my mom this afternoon in Columbus to drop off the kids. She and my little brothers (by the way, it bothers my mom when I say 'little brothers,' because they have both towered over me for years. I could be taller if I wanted to; I just happen to like being a tiny person. I can wear 8-inch heels and still be shorter than my husband. Not that I would do that, it's just nice to have options) are coming out tomorrow night to stay for Thanksgiving, so she'll bring the kids with her then. I'll be able to get a few things done around here, like mopping the floors, recovering my hideously dirty chairs, and going to see American Gangster with my husband for my birthday.
I don't know if I'm more excited about the idea of mopping my floors with no one else in the house, or going to the movie. Please don't tell John.
I'm also going to get some stuff ready for Thanksgiving; my goal is to do as little as possible on Thursday. I'll be making brisket and mashed potatoes this afternoon (I think I might have a crush on Ree's cooking blog, seeing how I'm making three recipes of hers in two days!). John is upset that I'm the one making brisket this go round, because he loves to make brisket on the grill. He's been trying to convince me that he really does have time to cook one ON THANKSGIVING, before the meal.
Now, people probably think that I'm the one who can't get anywhere on time, or have food ready for a meal when I say I'll have it ready. And I'll be the first to admit that that statement isn't 100% incorrect. But that wonderful, sweet, sexy man I married has no concept of time if he isn't at work. It'd be Friday before we ate if I let him cook a brisket Thursday morning. Seriously.
But I digress.
So I'm spending the day getting ready. And then, after I get back from dropping the kids off, I'm going to do something completely wild and crazy. Something I hear people talk about, but rarely ever experience for myself. Something wonderful.
I'm going to take a bath. With bubbles. And I'll shave my legs and take all the time I want. HA!! I told you, I'm one wild and crazy gal!! :)