Birthday princess...

It is my birthday. I'm 44. Since that adds up to 8, I'm celebrating somewhat accordingly by getting precisely what I want. As soon as I've finished my glittery pink pedicure, I'm off to gather cupcakes and gelato at Fresh Market, then jotting over to Earth Fare for veggie sausages for sausage dogs, going to get regular sausages for Trey and Totsi the Dog's sausage dogs at a store that doesn't make Didgeridoo Boy scream blue lightning, coming home, having my yoga practice, eating a cupcake and some gelato in bed, and then not doing a blessed thing until I go light the grill. I might just eat dinner in bed.

Once it's dark out, I am going to light sparklers on the deck - - lots and lots of them. Birthdays warrant fireworks!

Didge is in a place of accepting that I am doing as I very well please today and that attempts derail my birthday princess train will result in him having to eat a vegetarian sausage dog. And he will not get a cupcake. I won't let him have a sparkler, either - I'll keep them all and light them in front of him while I dance, singing, "Who's the birthday princess? ME! Not you! ME! Not you! ME!! Not you! And I've got a cupcake and yoooouuuuuu DON'T!"

I'm liking this. Enjoy the rest of your day - - I'm going to enjoy the blazes out of mine!