My birthday is tomorrow. Technically it’s not until 1:59AM but we won’t get all technical lol. I’ve always thought it was so cool that I was born at 1:59AM though… not on the dot or any other number but the last minute before the new hour. Not sure why but when I was a kid I totally thought it was one of the more awesome things about me. Ahh, when you were 6 and things like that (you thought) gave you street cred.
No big plans then again, there rarely are plans for my birthday. My birthdays tend to be epic fails. 9 times out of 10 I’m sick on my birthday (ok once was on my 21st when I had the awesome idea to be at the bar when I turned 21 at midnight and proceeded to drink WAY too much in a matter of an hour, that was self inflicted and my only hangover to date). I’m getting over a cold right now so I’ve already got that against me for tomorrow. Last year was one of the few years where I can say I had a good birthday but even still it had its pitfalls (husband FORGOT my birthday). I just have learned to not put too much stock in birthdays and no, I don’t do that whole birth-week, birth-MONTH shit. Holy cow who ARE those people?
My exciting plans include getting my license renewed (god how awful will this picture be!?) and going to the post office. Here’s hoping that hubs actually gets me a cake. That is one thing I’m big on, CAKE! He better get me a cake… That’s all I am saying. 😉