My mother still sends a cake to the office for my birthday.
My life is a party thrown for me by my own decisions.
Halloween is my favorite holiday. It's like my Christmas.
I count the weeks and days before my birthday.
It's my party and I'll cry if I want to.
We want it to be sunny. Something small and intimate because my work is so public. That would be good for me, but my partner wants to have a big wedding.
I bought a Cartier nail bracelet to celebrate the fifth anniversary of my blog. It's an investment piece, but it's simple enough to wear every day, and it's something that will last forever.
After age twelve, birthdays should be as private as hernia surgery.
I am a birthday person. I am not modest about birthdays.
