samedi 6 novembre 2010
31.
Thirty one
Trente et un.
Yikes.
Now I feel like I'm *really* into my thirties.
Like last year, 30, it was cute. Oh, look at me. I just turned 30.
Now, I didn't *just* turn thirty.
woke up around 9, went for groceries and to the post office, came back and opened my presents and cards.
Alain got me the perfume that I hate most in the world. Again.
He got me the same one last year.
Bless him, he knows I really like perfume and picks out one he likes the best.
Forgetting that he got me the same one last year.
I try to wear it every once in awhile for him, but honestly, it makes me gag.
Words cannot express how much I hate this perfume.
Almost any other perfume would have been okay.
I still have 99% of the bottle he bought me last year.
This year, he said I could exchange it.
I did so, and bought myself a nice Swatch Watch (third one).
The band is a like a bracelet with three individual bands of yellow, white, and rose gold (plated).
Tonight we are going out to eat at one of my favorite restaurants, La Table Marseillais.
Thirty one
Trente et un.
Yikes.
Now I feel like I'm *really* into my thirties.
Like last year, 30, it was cute. Oh, look at me. I just turned 30.
Now, I didn't *just* turn thirty.
woke up around 9, went for groceries and to the post office, came back and opened my presents and cards.
Alain got me the perfume that I hate most in the world. Again.
He got me the same one last year.
Bless him, he knows I really like perfume and picks out one he likes the best.
Forgetting that he got me the same one last year.
I try to wear it every once in awhile for him, but honestly, it makes me gag.
Words cannot express how much I hate this perfume.
Almost any other perfume would have been okay.
I still have 99% of the bottle he bought me last year.
This year, he said I could exchange it.
I did so, and bought myself a nice Swatch Watch (third one).
The band is a like a bracelet with three individual bands of yellow, white, and rose gold (plated).
Tonight we are going out to eat at one of my favorite restaurants, La Table Marseillais.
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5 commentaires:
Happy Birthday to you! Husbands are amazing are they not,getting the same perfume twice and you dont like it!Good for you for changing it,maybe next year!
Happy Birthday!;)
Happy birthday!!
The perfume... that's something my husband would do too :-)
Poor Alain. But it's the thought that counts. Right?
Happy Birthday! And hurray for exchanging crappy gifts!
I do firmly believe that very good men can be exceptionally crap at picking gifts. (As is mine, but don't tell him.)