The world did not end after all!
I turned 40 this week.
It was nowhere near as harrowing as I imagined it would be.
I worked on my birthday.
I got sung to and given a cupcake.
I even got a Happy Birthday sticker to wear on my shirt.
I imagined I would have a big birthday and I wrote about my plans earlier.
It didn't happen after all.
We went to Nitro Circus instead.
You know what? I was fine with that.
I really don't think I'm the Birthday Party kind after all.
I spent the day of my birthday (other than at work) with The Groom, The Princess and Little Man.
We had dinner from the service station.
I'm happy with that.
There were no real presents.
I got a push mower, because we needed one.
I'm getting a little dirt bike, too.
A second-hand one that will eventually go to Little Man when he's tall enough to ride it (and at the moment I have to point my toes hard to touch the ground when I'm sitting on it).
I shall have to learn to ride the darn thing now.
At least I won't be the odd one out - even The Princess rides, so if she can do it then so can I.
Happy Birthday to everyone else who has a birthday in March!