November 22^nd is my birthday. Awww. And I suppose this one is alright as I’m turning 29. However, I have decided that my 35 birthday will be the last with my age going up. I intend to start going back down to 21 again, then up to 35, then down to 21…. You get the picture. Because all 21 year olds have gray hair, wrinkles, and dentures. Right?

So, since I’m writing this post ahead of time, this is what I hope I get for my birthday: Lots and lots of money.

Failing that, I want a Dairy Queen ice cream cake (their fudge layer is soooo good), and a Tropical Smoothie Cafe Tuscan Turkey Panini. And, Sleeping Beauty on DVD. Can you believe I don’t already have that? (Update, hubs got it for me before my birthday!) Oh, and I want to finish my NaNoWriMo novel. And my real work in progress novel.

Is it a sign of maturity that I no longer want “stuff” for my birthday? Or a sign of immaturity that I want to be handed things that I have to work for? Hm…

At least, this is the first year that I’m not asking for a steak and a loaded baked potato from Outback. This is a step in the right direction, correct? It’s my birthday, so ice cream cakes don’t count.