Well, here we are again. My birthday week. WOO-HOO!
I embrace the birthdays. I don’t cry about getting older. As a matter of fact, I like it. I’m in my thirties, and I’m cool with that. I feel more relevant.
Now I can look at people in their twenties and roll my eyes at them. What does a twenty-something know anyway? After all, as my friend Audrey will tell you, you don’t even count as a person until you’re in your thirties.
I’ll be 33-years-old on Thursday. We’re celebrating all week.
I’ve already ordered my “To: Me / From: Me” birthday presents.
These are from Nine West:
These are from Fergie (She has shoes? Who knew?)
This is a splurge for me on shoes, especially since I beat the heck out of them. I like the $30-on-sale-pair most days. But, hey, it’s my birthday! Go big or go home!
Shaun sucks at giving me gifts. When we first began dating, I would say, “Just get me whatever. I’m not picky.”
But I quickly realized I was picky! I am super picky! Seriously, another gift card to Best Buy? An ugly scarf? Uggs? I hate Uggs!
So then I decided I would literally spell out what I wanted, but I would still wind up with something else. And that made me hate him. No one wants to feel hate as they open their birthday presents. And I know that sounds really spoiled, but GOOD GOD MAN, I GAVE YOU A PICTURE AND WHERE TO BUY IT!
My mom told me not to be mad anymore, and she told me my dad is the same way. She shared with me the secret to happy birthdays, anniversaries, and Christmases.
Meredith, some men just don’t understand. Buy your own gifts for yourself. Tell him you handled it. And get exactly what you want.
So that’s what I do! I get exactly what I want, when I want it, and he never has to worry, and I never have to be mad.
Hell, I even plan my own parties. I invite who I like, who I actually want to see, and we go where I want to go, and we do what I want to do.
Which is always karaoke or dancing.
So there you go, girls. That’s how you pull of perfect birthdays. You do it all by yourself, and you bring your husband along for the ride. You’re welcome!
Do you plan your own birthdays? Or do you like the surprise of it all?