I have a very short span of memory. Like I know that self tanner always looks rediculously fake on me and I always screw it up. But I always think...hmmmm, this time it will turn out wonderful and I'll look like a bronze goddess. Um, no. It once again didn't work out and I have orange legs with some white streeaks and very dark knees. Let's just say that I am so happy that it is cold Wisconsin weather so my legs will not be bared until May 25, aka the big day when I will wear my black lace "whore" shirt and black skirt. (My outfit passed the Mom test which suprised me, she said it looked very pretty).

I feel like a little kid again about my birthday. I'm so excited! I can't remember the last time that I felt this way about a birthday. Probably during the same period of my life where I was hoping one of my presents was a Magic Nursery baby. It really sucks though because I have to work the next day at 8. I think I will just end up staying awake all night then. Sometimes that feels better than sleeping for those few hours.