I'm one of those people who never know what they want for Christmas or their birthday. Thank goodness my hubby knows. He did it perfect this year. I got books. Lots of books. And music. And a really cool tripod for my camera. My parents don't know what to get me, either. So they gave me money....aaand I bought books with it. And music. I don't feel my tastes have changed much over the years. Here you see a picture of what I got THIS year and what I got 20 years ago. I was nine. You do the math.
As you can see, I liked books (I still have that book), music (Herman's Hermits still Rock!...but not as much as the Beatles!) , games, clothes, puppies, sleepovers (that one's a lie. I hated sleepovers. But I liked sleeping bags.) and baby dolls. As I look at my life now I realize I'm still addicted to the same things. Books (duh), music (MoTab can outsing Herman any day), games, clothes (I only like getting clothes when my hubby goes with me. For some reason he thinks everything looks cute on me. If he's not there, I feel fat, ugly and wish the torture would end.), puppies (now I have a real puppy!), sleepovers (ahem...), and baby dolls (what I really want is Baby ALIVE!)
Happy birthday to meeeee!
5 comments:
Mmmmm, books. I just ordered me some new books from Amazon, which I'm so addicted to since we got a computer and internet a year ago. I can't stop buying books. I wanna read all the books. Happy Birthday!!!
I have the book disease as well. I give them to everyone too, sort of regardless of if they want them or not. And you had a MY CHILD! Awesome. Happy Birthday.
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Wow, that above comment is pretty cool. You should submit a story.
Happy Belated Birthday! I too don't feel like I'm over 25. Sometimes when people ask me how old I am I tell them the wrong age, if I don't take a second to calculate it in my head. I remember my mom use the forget how old she was, and I thought that was the strangest thing.
Well, I am not a New York Times bestselling author, but Happy Birthday anyway. :)
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