I’m a spoiled little brat and I know it. Let’s just all agree that this is a perfectly acceptable thing, m’kay?
Friday night I had the dinner party with my pals. Josh spoiled me royally with the flowers and gifts. On Saturday I went out with my bestie shopping and spent most of the $150 gift certificate Mom gave me for my gift. Tomorrow night my sister and her clan are coming over for spaghetti and cake to celebrate. Thursday morning my grandmother will call before work to sing to me and the girls at the office are taking me out to lunch. Friday night I’m considering having Josh take me out for dinner. Saturday I’m cooking my famous Garlic Chicken Fettuccine Alfredo since the brat will be there. Mom said we’ll get whatever kind of cake I want.
My actual birthday is Thursday but I’m getting a week’s worth of celebrating thrown at me.
I’m not too worried about how old I’ll be. This isn’t a “big” birthday – I’ll only be 37. Still, it’s kind of nice to be fussed over now and again.
Thing with Josh have been fairly typical today. The only real difference is that I’m legitimately not allowing it to bother me today. I feel like MAYBE I’ve reached the point where his bullshit won’t bother me. I know I’ve hit the place where him being gone doesn’t phase me. Utter indifference, here I come.