Birthday cake pop = heaven

I went to the liquor store tonight and not only wasn't I carded (booo) but also, the legal drinking age is apparently now those born in 1995. 19-95.  What the hell?! I was already head-over-heals in love with Hubby by 1995! (Granted, we were 11 years old, but still.) 

Fortunately, thanks to my perseverance and commitment, I made a serious dent in yesterday's list of Birthday Month activities. 

I did go to the mall and I did have the perfect yummy treat. Behold: the birthday cake pop. 

I didn't buy myself anything nice, other than a pathetic pair of fluffy white slippers but I did buy Hubby a children's book of facts on human anatomy. 

I did get a haircut WITH a hot water wash, but the salon's cucumber water is a poor substitute for beer. 

I hadn't intended on picking up dinner, but I did anyway and it was decent. But it was rushed and stressy too, so it doesn't count because UGH. 

Thank goodness, tomorrow's visit with friends promises to bring fun and laughter as well as beer to my Birthday Month celebrations. Hallelujah. 

I'm not ready to *exclaim* but I'm working on it

Birthday Month continues. 

I considered adding an exclamation point there, but I'm not quite ready to exclaim about my birthday. I obviously need to invest some emotional energy into a few truly exclamation-worthy activities if I want to achieve that sense childlike celebratory excitement I've been going for. 

Seeing as I've essentially sucked ass during the last two days in doing anything even remotely special for myself, I need to get moving. (Unless you count eating a second gingerbread cookie or cleaning my bathroom - which I almost do.)

So tomorrow I need to outdo myself. Voila, my list of upcoming Birthday Month activities:

1) Go to the mall. Buy a treat, like an icecream cone or a Poutine. 

2) Buy an item of clothing, something nice to wear, something new that isn't an over-sized tshirt conducive to breastfeeding or suited to a pre-baby chubbier me.

3) Get a haircut (sans baby) and close my eyes while she washes my hair. Make sure to ask for hotter water. Why is that water never hot enough?

4) Pick up pre-made dinner, because UGH MAKING DINNER. 

5) Have a beer. Or two. 

I'm open to other ideas if y'all have 'em. Go.