Thursday, December 22, 2011

If Forty-One Is As Good As Forty, I'll Take Two

Yes, it's my birthday. I'm 41.

The birthday fun and surprises have already been far more than I was expecting.  I threw a surprise baby shower at my home on Monday night.  Was I ever surprised!  My friends brought party hats, cake, wine, and cards that totally cracked me up for my birthday.  I wish you could read these cards.  My friends know me and my sense of humor so well.  Yes, you can be jealous; I have wonderful friends.
 
Oh, and I'm currently tucked under the covers! Mr. Incredible got me a fancy, new netbook for my birthday.  He couldn't stand keeping the surprise any longer. He gave it to me on Saturday.

About a month ago Mr.Incredible asked me what I wanted to do for my birthday.  Three words: Laser Hair Removal. Not the ones you were expecting?  Well, I've asked for this for eight years. It's what I really wanted, and I bought myself a package of 6 treatments.  I'm over the moon with just the thought of throwing away that bottle of Nair.  So much hair we have to worry about.   At least it's not growing on my back or in my ears.  But, I did not make an appointment for hair removal for today.  I don't want to be in agony on my birthday.  I'll be sure to give you a review of the process when I do go though.

Instead, we went to Six Flags for Christmas in the Park with one of our favorite families. Fun!  



It was all I could do to shake off this creeper who kept getting in line behind me.

Not afraid to wear girl hats in public.  Most manly.

This trip around the sun has been amazing.  Quite possibly my favorite yet.

The surprise parties!  Both of them! Nothing beats William walking into my kitchen as I sat braless at the table.  Thank you to Mr. Incredible for making my 40th year less about hitting a cetain age and more about having fun and celebrating.

My sister all weekend.

PandaMom and I bravely rode the train into New York City and almost came to fisticuffs in Madison Square Garden. "WE ARE NOT DOING THIS RIGHT NOW." We learned that a pedicab ride was as close to death as we wanted to come.

Oh, Hail! I hailed a cab. Myself. I was irrationally afraid to do this.

The sheer bliss of the Met. Sorry for dragging you around all day, Pandamom.

Derby. Derby. Derby. Where have you been all my life?

RollerCon.  That's all you're getting out of me.

Bonus goes to school and gets smileys almost every day!

NOG gatherings.

Tears and laughter at Starbucks or Corner Bakery or our living rooms or kitchen tables.

Those are just a couple of my favorite things from forty. Too many fantastic memories to list.  Good thing I blog.

Who knew last December 22 what unexpected adventure this year would hold?  Certainly not I.  Forty was a wonderful year.  It's a shame it had to end.  I'd do it all again!

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