Birthday Girl

Yesterday, May 27th, was my birthday. Since I was a kid, I have adored my special day...and the presents that it brings!

Back in the day, that usually meant perfume, jewelry, shoes, clothes, you name it. As I've gotten - ahem - older, my tastes have changed a bit. Don't get me wrong: there is still a very special piece of jewelry I've got my eye on and my husband knows EXACTLY what it is and where it is. But that's gonna have to be another birthday, most likely a decade away. No, the kind of things that inspire me in recent years bring a lot of teasing from my family. For example, a few Christmases ago I asked for a crock pot. Shut up, it's what I wanted. When my hubby askes me over and over in the weeks before my birthday, it's harder to come up with something I really want. I did try finding new earrings. Nah. I really tried to convince myself I'd like a new blingy watch, but I just wasnt' feeling it. So, you can imagine the blank look he gave me when I perked up and said I'd really like a couple of new non-stick skillets. Go on and laugh, but next time you're scraping a grilled cheese out of your rickety old scratched up pan, you're gonna think of me. The rest I told him to surprise me with. He knows how much I love Ross and TJMaxx, so that was a good starting point. He did great, because last night I unwrapped a gourmet bottle of olive oil, two chic zebra print coffee mugs, and my favorite wasabi rice cracker snack mix from World Market. To be enjoyed Saturday, I've got an appointment to have my hair colored & highlighted AND I found and bought a gorgeously shabby chic white quilt and shams for our bedroom! To me, that was a lottery win!

So, as evidenced by the above, I'm most concerned with My Kitchen and my hair. I think that is PERFECTLY normal for a Southern-bred girl. Now, who wants a grilled cheese?