I remember on my 5th birthday my mom had this big campfire party for me, complete with a super cool caterpillar cupcake cake that had Twizzlers for legs. All my friends were there and it was a beautiful evening and I got a big box of pop beads (remember those?!) so it should have been a pretty great night, right? Well, I got so freaked out that all these people were there for me and I didn't like that the focus of attention was all on me. Too much pressure! So I went into the house and cried my little eyes out. My mom came in and asked me if I was having fun and I point blank told her no. Even all these years later, I can still see the hurt on my mom's face after she had done all that work to try to make me happy. (Sorry about that, Mom. You know I'm your most ungrateful child, don't you?)
So, yeah....me and my birthday have a long and rocky history. There's not a birthday that goes by that I haven't cried at least once. I haven't had my cry yet today though. Looks like I better get the tears worked up soon, because I'm headed to bed. ;)
Anyway, the point of my story (and I think I MIGHT have one), is that my mannequin legs arrived! I stopped by the post office on my way home and there they were.
I immediately raced home and tore into the package to find the calf-length legs creepily tucked in between some bubble wrap.
All in all, it's been a decent birthday. I had dinner with good friends and I got a pair of mannequin legs. What more could a girl ask for?