It's my birthday on Saturday.
I will be 34.
I don't like birthdays.
Actually, that's a lie. I LOVE other people's birthdays, I just don't like my own. I don't like getting older. Sucks monkey balls - big time.
But I am a smidgen excited this time.
Mostly because Mum and Dad have told me they're buying me a Kindle.
Oooh, I can feel my nerd juices flowing already. I'm a massive reader and space is now becoming an issue because of all the books I read - so this solves that issue immediately!
Reading is my way to escape the drudgery of my life. Also great for pretending not to hear the kids whining they're hungry or the husband begging for a bit of special cuddles. Anyone who interrupts my reading better look the hell out. I do not do "disturbed" well at all.
The Husband has also told me he's gotten me something that I'm going to looooove.
Funnily, I doubt it. Sometimes he has some strange ideas about what I love (although, thankfully, he does try).
What do I call strange?
How about the vibrator and lube I got for Mother's Day?
Awkward much?
What are the strangest gifts you've ever received?