It's my party ...
The party itself was a totaly kick in the pants. We had incredible food, open bar, and a hysterical roast of yours truly. The crowning photo was courtesy an ex-roommate who has many photos of me topless. As someone pointed out last night, "I thought you were so good and wholesome. Then it occurred to me ... you aren't. You are the instigator!!"
I had some interesting gifts for my birthday. Some very well thought out gifts and some that made me wonder if these people knew me at all:
1. One giant angel from my sister-in-law (and for those of you keeping track, this makes 2938409238409238, give or take). According to my husband's best friend, "It looks like a flying monkey in a dress".
2. Old photos of my dad from his mother. Totally unexpected, but by far, the most cherished gift I could have ever asked for. He died almost 11 years ago this coming week, and to have original photos of him from grade school on up just touched my heart more than I could explain.
3. A great pair of come-fuck-me shoes from Fyrchk. I'm working on a photo of those for the masses. They are so VERY hot sex. (and the little added bonus gift she gave me was much appreciated, too ....)
4. A cute little number from Victoria's Secret. Some bubble bath, a great book, Brighton earrings, etc.
But the award for "What in the hell ....?" goes to my friend who said in her note to me, "One of these is a gag gift, the other is real. You decide".
At 1:00 a.m. this morning, it seemed completely appropriate to dawn said attired and show the world the goodies. I now share them with you. A pair of size 6 granny panties (on my head) and a housecoat that screams "you wanna do me, I just KNOW IT ... right after I can some fruit":
