So it’s only Monday, the day before my birthday (tomorrow 06.06.06, duh) and the birthday bonanza has begun.

It’s so damn dorky, but I love my birthday. I’m turning 34 and I still get so excited about my birthday that when I think about it at night I can’t quite breath and my heart gets a little twittery. It’s very clear that when it comes to my birthday I’m permanently stuck at 8, which uncoincidentally is the year that Sister #4 was born on my birthday.

My coworking posse and I snuck out today for lunch at the Cheesecake Factory where we met up with three of our former co-workers. It was so much fun that we totally lost track of time and didn’t leave the restaurant until 2.

And then there are the gifts which stun and amaze me every year. As soon as I see an Amazon box with my name on it, I get a bit tingly in my naughty parts. It’s so greedy, but I love presents almost as much as I love my birthday. I don’t even care what they are, how expensive they are, or any of that. I just adore the idea that someone wants to give me some token of their affection. Well, it’s enough to make me weep.

Of course this year I’m extra-special excited because of the 06.06.06 and cannot wait until Midnight to unveil all the evil goodness.

yay me!