A year ago I assumed I’d be celebrating the end of my 20s by partying.
I woke up with a bloody flu! Unfuckingbelievable Murphy. So I had to go to the clinic to get some meds. It’s not the most joyful thing to do on your birthday I assure you.
The husband gave my gift at the stroke of midnight. That sort of made the flu bearable *sniff* He got me the awesome awesome AWESOME Chloe perfume – I smell so luxurious with this
Oh my what can I say *bats eyelash* The man does have his faults but he did good by marrying me - that much I agree
With a flu, I couldn’t even go near my baby and had to rest the whole day. When the hubby got back in the evening, he got me this to cheer me up:
Btw, it’s been YEARS since he got me flowers so I told the whole world that the husband got me flowers for my birthday, and the baby got me that expensive perfume
He’s kidding (and he better!) about the ‘more kids’ part. We only want one!
He also came back with 4 large pizzas. My cousins later came over and we had a small do with my family and Baby Sairah in tow. My mom and sis also got me a cake from La Manila! I was dressed only in T-shirt and shorts hence no photos, understandably I felt like a little girl.
OH yea, bloody brilliant – the cake shop got my name spelt wrongly!
Now to distract y’all from counting the amount of candles (although the title post gives it away, DUH), here’s a cutie photo of my Baby – the one that got me the perfume that I SO SO love
Later that night I also found out that my number came out on Magnum. Although it was only the consolation prize, it still felt good that I won some peanuts (which is better than no peanuts) on my B’day, woohoo! I *think GOD might be saving the jackpot for me next year
It may have been a simple birthday do, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything else in the whole wide world.
I’ll just push my big do for next year, ahem