Today is my favorite holiday of the year, my birthday. I am now, always have been and always will be a big fat birthday whore. I want everybody to know it's my birthday and I want it to be one big party all freaking day. Such is me.
Jason has outdone himself this year and started my day off with a breakfast-in-bed of biblical proportions. Taking up not one, but two trays and consisting of eggs, toast, cheese, grapes, a selection of mini pastries, strawberry jam, a cupcake complete with candle, French press coffee, and a mimosa made with Veuve Cliquot and OJ that was freshly squeezed by hand on our ceramic juicer. I know, right?!? Just you wait. It gets better...
No kitteh! That's my cream puff!
Can't let that last sip of Veuve go to waste. Besides, nothing like showing up to class slightly buzzed. Il mio Italiano e buono oggi!!! Buono, buono, buono!
Last year, Jason rocked up with a little blue bag and I was quite pleased. (Hello, understatement of the decade...) THIS year, what to my wondering eyes did appear? A big brown bag! Husband of the year. Husband of the decade. Husband of the century. He wins them all!
Tonight, we're going to listen to some jazz at SoBar so it ain't over yet. Have I mentioned that I love my birthday???