I turned 37 on Saturday. I can say, I honestly am not overly fussed by the whole Birthday thing. No, that's a lie. I love Birthdays! When they aren't my own. And it's not because I'm getting older (cue violins), because I am, I am 37 now! It's more my occasional social awkwardness that makes me feel uncomfortable with the attention. I try to keep things low key as to minimise the fuss.
Coder and the boys bought me a new lens for the Nikon, and a tripod. I badly needed both of those, so I was a very happy Birthday Girl. My Mum and Dad had sent me a parcel of clothes. How well does my Mother know me? She always buys me underwear because she knows I just couldn't be bothered buying it myself, some new PJs and a jacket.
My friends took (forced) me out to dinner, which was actually such a lovely evening, that we need to do that more often.
I had to give the new tripod and lens a whirl. Coder took the 2 older boys to Little Athletics. Pichu and I went into the paddock to remove some unused chicken wire to fix the coop, in order to keep the new babies safe.
I like blue.
What, is there something on my face?
Conveniently, the icing matched his top.
New leggings from my sister. So cool!!
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