It's that day again where I go into the streets and frighten the horses by wobbling the wrinkles at them.
Is it champagne and cake, no, it's visit with Mummy day where she gets to remind me how old I am.
I did have one bit of luck, the BOH has left a can of vodka at the back of the fridge and it's all mine.
Do you realize that because it's my birthday it means that this year is past the half way mark to 2013?
Oh well, another day older and deeper in debt.
When all's said and done, the only age I'd go back to is 2004 when I'd lost 20 kgs and the housework was done and I could leap tall buildings with a single bound.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME