I had a fantastic birthday. Thank you for all of the well wishes. I can't believe I am 37 years old already. Time really flies when you are having fun. Here is a little recap of my day.
Husband and I have a tradition of birthday flowers and blood orange mimosas first thing on my birthday Husband juices the blood oranges and everything. I feel quite spoiled.
He also made me a decadent breakfast that consisted of bacon and cinnamon bread French toast with a berry compote. It was ah-mazing.
We went to go see Warm Bodies, which we really liked. Original story and an overall cute movie. I am not going to lie. I was really there for the popcorn.
Note: When did movies get so expensive? When I was in high school they were like $3.75 with a student discount. Can students even afford to go to the moves these days?
He took me to dinner at a local steakhouse which had great food.
And really good passion fruit martinis. I am a total cocktail girl. No, this birthday was not low calorie by any stretch of the imagination.
A little birthday cake to wrap up the day. Could you say no to this?
In case you are wondering, here are a few birthday present highlights. I am really into my jewelry and got this ultra-sonic jewelry cleaner, which I immediately put to use, cleaning everything I owned. So far, I am really impressed with it. I wonder if it will replace my silver polishing cloths in the long run. Does anyone have any experience with these?
I have been dying to try the new Naked nail polish set out. Each color looks more perfect than the last.
Husband took me on a little detour to Tiffany's, where I received this beautiful charm bracelet (on the far left). Husband got me my first charm as an early Valentine's Day present. It is so beautiful, I almost can't stand it. Almost.
I also got new charms for my Pandora bracelet, which is coming together nicely. Does anyone else have a charm bracelet? I was thinking of doing a post on my Pandora bracelet. Is this something you would be interested in?
I am pretty sure I passed out in a food coma that night. Calories don't count on your birthday, right?