Eeep! Soon as I was all comfortable with 30, 31 shows up and spoils the party. Not that I'm at all squicked out about being 31 but it doesn't hold the same weight at 30. It's a whole lot heavier. It means I'm 9 years away from 40. Let the countdown begin!
Anyhoo, I had a really great birthday. It was a grown and fabulous type of day for me. I headed down to Soho to get my spa on at Bliss which was hella good. I got the facial jump off and hot cream manicure (which should be called the hot crap mani, I wasn't impressed) then after attempting to sell me 15 million dollars in moisturizer and eye cream, I left and did some shopping. I hit Sephora for a needed refill of my beloved Marc Jacobs Blush perfume and picked up an anniversary scent for the Zeenman since it was our 12th year together as of yesterday. 12 years ya'll! Who'da thunk it? WOO! Also, I treated myself to the Sex in the City box set that I squeee'd about in a prior post (Sorry Vic). So it was cosmo's and sushi at the crib with the man, and Carrie and 'nem in celebraton of my 31st year of life and I wouldn't want it any other way.
So tonight instead of going to the gym I'm going out for free booze with the original flygirl Vic and the ever so fly Angelina. And later this week I get to meet the one and only Clink. So color me happy. I must go shoping :)
Later...................................
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