The day began with me finding a silver hair in my eyebrow.
Am off to a great start.
Darling Le Husband ushered the girlies into the kitchen where I was presented with a beautiful bunch of hyacinths, a voucher for a pampering facial and massage, and a pretty little box wrapped in glittery gold paper. Katrushki proudly gave me a drawing crumpled around a 20 cent piece.
Inside the box was a lovely necklace enscribed with my name, "Jessica".
You see, I'm 36 now and am renowned for bouts of forgetfullness ('Mumnesia', I call it).
At least I'll never forget my name.
My mother popped round and surprised me with some cookbooks.
(Need a bit of help in the culinary department, do I, hey Mummy Dearest????)
Mother Dearest then took me out to brunch for some delish Ricotta and Blueberry Hotcakes. Yum!
Katrushki and I snuggled up by the cafe's warming fireplace.
I am now deliriously happy lying in bed while fabulous Mr WhoaMamma does the grocery shopping and school pick-ups. My birthday wish was to have a day off cooking and cleaning. So far, so good.
Darling sister has offered up her babysitting services so I foresee lots of sangria and cocktails in Mr & Mrs WhoaMamma's future tonight. Olé!
I have a feeling 36 is going to be the best year yet!
What's been your favourite birthday so far?
Linking up with My Little Drummer Boys and Twinkle in the Eye for Wordless Wednesday!