It's the aftermath of my birthday. And I feel bloated. Clearly I overdid it on the booze front (fizz, sauvingnon blanc, crianza, lychee martini's...), the pizza front (have vague recollections of feeling like I might vomit but continuing to stuff great slabs of cheesy heaven into my gob regardless) and the cake front (loads of orange flavoured buttercream icing which seemed like such a good idea at the time).
I do feel spoiled though. It was like my own personal Christmas as i got spoiled beyond belief with a lovely new glam handbag, a sexy pencil skirt, a leopard print bikini, a beautiful necklace, some wicked tights, leather leggings...etc. I should point out however that all these super sexy cool gifts were from my mum and sisters (love you guys), whereas the males in my life were a touch more practical in their gift giving inspiration: a 'fit bit' watch (previously mentioned), a top of the range bicycle light(!), a notebook, a pen, a Murakami tome, a bicycle rack and bag (yep, definitely a distinct theme emerging here)....
|one 'glam' gift...|
|...followed by one a touch less so (my new top-of-the-range bicycle light)|
|A 'Dumpie Special'|
|A late night birthday 'nightcap' with my favourite pet :)|
|My gorgeous mum here for my first birthday in YEARS...(who spoiled me rotten!)|
Oh well, only 364 days to wait....
|Opening the last card...from my 'boys'...wondering what it's going to say inside....|
|....apparently nothing! They only bloody forgot to sign the bloody thing :)|
|A cheesy, lo-light old skool 'Kodak Moment'...|
|...and another one. just cuz :)|