35th Birthday

I turned 35 yesterday. If you had asked me five years ago what I would want that day to look like I would have certainly guessed with a lot more razzle dazzle, a few more people, and way less sitting around. As it stood, I didn't even sleep in. Because I am old, and I coudn't.
Instead, I actually cleaned my house, as a gift to myself. I didn't HAVE to and that made a lot of difference in me wanting to. Plus, school starts next week and with all the meetings I have this week I might as well have already started, and the crunch has started and I am feeling busier by the second.
I spent the afternoon with my identical twin friends. We had massages, manicures and pedicures. It was only 90 bucks. And minus the bonus amenities, like lighted candles, lemon water, thick carpet, the actual services were pretty good and we all agreed we would go back. ( Heavenly Massage, 383 E. North Ave, Lombard, IL. )
And please... hurry to make your appointments because the place was really dead and I am afraid that I found this cheap gem and it's going to go under. It did have a steam shower and that was nice. Really nice. They actually had to knock on the door to tell me to get out to get to my nail appointment.
There was one glitch ( which is true to form for me... like every time I do anything), the woman who administered my massage seemed to have a fascination with my big butt cheeks. Is that normal that my butt felt like kneaded dough under a gigantic wooden rolling pin? I tried to ignore it and figured it was some Eastern European thing. Either that or she felt like baking bredad and was stuck at her massasge job. It didn't feel bad, it was just.... weird.
Anyway- my friends came over, and we had a couple glasses of wine. My husband came home and we ordered a pizza. I got delicious and fun little presents from all of them. Yeah for birthdays!
And despite the fact that my body gifted me* the following for our 35th: A) a beard B) a pimple line on my upper lip where apparently the at home wax kit did a number on my skin C) my monthly "bill" and D) a UTI, I feel like I still had a very nice day.
Happy Birthday to me!


*A future (LONG ASS) post will most certainly be a letter shaming my ( RUDE ASS) body for having some kind of nerve, but today I didn't want to be angry.