Birthday Weekend

Yes, it was my birthday. And you all know how I love my birthday. This year was no exception.

To cheer myself up from the ‘I’m-42-now’ blahs, I decided that a visit to Carrie was just the thing! I invited Blair to come (I said, “I’m going to Carrie’s…are you in or out?”) and he said he was coming.

We left Friday afternoon, which, as you recall was Carrie’s anniversary, and got to Carrie’s town in time to go out to dinner with her and the dude she married.

Next day, Dude took Blair out to shoot at stuff, and Carrie and I were free to party. She had hired a sitter to watch the little Misses and we were off. Our plan? To party like rich girls.

We got pedicures, shopped for shoes, and had lunch out.

Here’s a funny thing. We discovered we have two very different shopping styles.  Sometimes, when my dear sister buys something, she immediately regrets buying. She has frequent unexplainable cases of ‘buyer’s remorse’.  Not the worst I’ve ever seen (let’s just say she gets this genetically), but pretty serious.

I, on the other hand, have that remorse in reverse. I always wish I HAD bought the thing I decided not to buy. These, for example:

very hot shoes on me, note the very cute toenails

very hot shoes

These are the shoes I bought, and while I do love them, now I’m wishing I also had the above pair.

Hmmm….Anyway, one more pic, taken before I had to return to daily life:

Nice! We are totally hot:)

Let’s hope the year of ’42’ rocks as great as the birthday weekend!:)

p.s. for those of you who know how Blair usually is a bad gifter, let me assure you he did an awesome job this year. Flowers, jewelry and a new front door were involved:)