36

I'm thirty six today. Crazy, huh? I mean I still have a rockin' body, can run five miles without getting winded, and look like I could be sisters with my 16-year-old niece.

And after you all pick yourselves up off the floor from that major laughing spell, we will continue....

Just so you know what kind of woman I have become, let me share my birthday gift list from Steve: two pairs of fuzzy socks; two pairs of fuzzy slippers; one super comfy, white, fuzzy blanket; and an Adele CD. That's a whole lot of fuzzy, don't you think (which, coincidentally, is a word that could be used to describe my legs right this instant)? And the worst part is that I loved every single thing. He knows me well and he did a great job picking gifts.

But let's be real. I'm getting old.

That's why I was thrilled when my Victoria's Secret $10 off coupon came in the mail today. A sexy (super padded, push up) bra is just what I need to make me feel young again. Who wants to join me on this "fountain of youth" shopping spree? I'll lend you a pair of fuzzy socks and fuzzy slippers. We can have fuzzy feet and sexy bras. There's nothing like fuzzy feet and sexy bras to make you feel young and hot.

And there you have it. Life at 36.

It doesn't get much better than this. Seriously, though. It doesn't. Thirty-six is pretty great. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go put on my fuzzy feet and curl up in my fuzzy blanket and sing a little "Rolling in the Deep" at the top of my lungs.


P.S. Pictures of all things fuzzy coming soon (except the legs. enough said about them).