Guess by the title of this post you can tell I don't have a problem revealing my age, huh?
All this week I was prepping the kids. What day is it on Friday? They weren't catching on I guess because on Thursday I said, "What day is it tomorrow?"
Ya bunch of losers.
When I came down yesterday I said to John, "What day is it today?"
He sighs. "Your birthday." (who-hoo!)
So then I ask him for a birthday kiss, which he refuses.
"Go talk to dad about it. He'll probably give you one."
John is always good for a laugh!
Peter gave me the "day off" which meant I didn't have to get up or pick kids up from school or do dishes or make sure Rebecca's hair looked decent (which of course it didn't because I wasn't there.) Isn't this the greatest thing? It was just what I wanted. Good job Peter.
Lily took me out to lunch (yum) and then we went and saw the only non rated-R chick flick we could find, "The Tourist." Didn't have good reviews and deservingly so. But it was fun and though Lily and I both enjoyed looking at Johnny Depp we couldn't help wanting to take a little pair of scissors and clip off those super-annoying wispy parts of his mustache that were hanging over parts of his lip making us cringe at the kissing scenes. No chemistry whatsoever between Jolie and Depp. And it annoyed me that a natural beauty like Jolie should look like a raccoon through the whole movie. So there is my movie review.
Then we ate frozen yogurt until we felt sick. Perfect sister birthday outing.
Lastly, here are two of the cards I received for my birthday that Peter was so kind as to pin up by my computer. Have I somehow communicated to family that I like pictures of naked/partly naked old men? If so let me clarify.