Remember, back in the day, when I was celebrating 12 Days of Kelley cause my birthdays always suck?
Well this one, DIDN’T SUCK! OMG!
It was fucking fabulous.
We went out to dinner the night before. Family friendly. Nothing fancy. Fantastic fries and aioli.
Then an AMAZING brunch in the morning. Every breakfast needs some chorizo and spinachy garlicy cheesy dip thing, and a lump of goat cheese and sautéed mushrooms and gooey poached eggs on crunchy fancy toast and a hash brown so crunchy the next table was all ‘I’ll have what she’s having’…
This pic is from the last time I went there. It didn’t last long enough for me to take a pic this time.
Then, THEN!!!!!!! Because my birthday present hadn’t arrived yet I got this…
Motherfucking HUZZAH! iPhone 5s motherbitches! I feel like a Bond girl with my fancy fingerprint technology.
(James Bond had fancy technology stuff, I am not a boy, therefore I am a Bond girl. Just like Joanna Lumley and The Motherfucking QUEEN! Obviously.)
Maddie gave me a FitBit to tuck into my breasticles to measure the steps taken from the couch to the fridge, and how many days at a time I can lay comatose.
I will totes give you a review when I have more data.
Then in the afternoon we had this AWESOME baked cheesecake that I ordered the week before. They spelt my name wrong on the plaque thing but Lorraine tells me that is totally good luck.
HUZZAH I AM WINNING THE LOTTERY AND MY GUT WILL MYSTERIOUSLY DISAPPEAR WHILE I AM LOUNGING ON THE COUCH WATCHING REAL HOUSEWIVES!
I made myself a pretty table. You likey?
Weirdly the butterflies from Maddies High Tea (that I still need to do the tutorials for, I suck) ended up in the bonus sitting room and in view. They go with the theme, so all good.
anyone know what these pretty flowers are? They didn’t last long but they were so pretty… some sort of rose?
Then, after a few hours digesting a kilo of creamcheese, Boo announced we were having Maccas for dinner cause fries are Mummy’s favourite thing.
Besides him. And his sisters. And his father is a bit alright as well I guess.
It was a pretty fucking awesome birthday.
AND THEN, exactly a week later, my present turned up.
It is a dodecahedron. A multifaceted shape that doesn’t fit in your round hole.
Or your checkbox. Just like my boy.
And I adore it.
Now I expect every birthday to be the same. Or better.
Just a heads up.