Yup, it's my birthday. Twin and I turned the big 2-8 this morning at 0:dark:30. I used to know the exact time I was born, but it's so unGodly early that I've let it slip my mind. Seriously. I don't wake up that early for anyone... except my mom, I guess. :)
I'm not that into cake, funnily enough, but I am into cupcakes. Weird, I know. If I do have cake, I want the whipped icing you get from Kroger or Target (although Target's frosting is way better AND you can get it flavored with strawberry! omnomnomnom), and of course, both the cup/cake and frosting have to be chocolate. (Fresh) Strawberry topping is entirely optional, of course.
I don't think I'll be getting a cake or cupcakes this year, which kind of bums be out, if I'm being honest (and I promised I would be totally honest on this blog... which is partly why I haven't been posting lately. That, and I simply haven't had time with all the things I have to say). Birthdays aren't ususally a big deal for people after 21, but I've always loved them. I love the parties, I love decorating the cakes (I've made a cake for Monkey every year so far and decorated it like her favorite character at the time), I love the celebration, and since I'm being honest, I love that it's all about me. Well, about me and Twin, but he's in Georgia right now, so it's mostly about me. LOL. I can't help it.
I don't get a lot of days that are all about me anymore, and as shy as I am I like being the center of attention (among friends and family - strangers weird me out, so please go away). Does that make me selfish? Probably. Does that make me human? Absolutely. Who doesn't like being praised and showered with love and attention (and gifts - don't lie and say you don't like them).
I think when I get home tonight, Monkey and I are going to whip up a batch of cupcakes. Maybe cookies. I don't think I have any cake mix at home, and I'm not sure if I have all the ingredients to make cupcakes from scratch.
Happy birthday to me.
