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In Which Fatso Celebrates Her 29th Birthday

I turned 29 yesterday.

I started the morning, just after midnight, by crying a lot because my Ex made me this awesome remixed mp3 of the Kingdom Hearts theme tune, and we talked for, like, two hours, during which I didn’t cry.

Then I had to get up at 9am to make sure I was awake in case the Council came to fix my shower. (When it rains, my bathroom leaks through my shower pull cord. It trips my power, and I have to get the Council out to disconnect my shower and let it dry. They did it last Friday and said they were going to get someone to reconnect it on Monday. They didn’t. So, Thursday reconnection it was.) They arrived at 1pm. I dyed my hair. I showered.

I got a phone call from my little sister! She and my brother-in-law moved back to Canada, permanently, on Monday. 🙁 BUT YAY PHONE CALL. She’s only been gone since Monday and I already miss her.

And then I did my hair, AND I GOT DRESSED AND TOOK A PHOTO:

This is how 29-year-old me looks. Not much different from 28-year-old me, except apparently I wear short dresses for photos I’m going to post on the internet.

(I usually wear it with leggings. It barely covers my butt when I tie the tiers at the back too tight, and that’s bad.)

But then I had to get undressed and re-dressed into my gym gear, go to Zumba, and then get picked up to go to my big sister’s place.

Linda was doing me a huge favour and COOKING FOR ME – or, well, us – and we had fajitas and cake and PRESENTS and A ZOMBIE MOVIE.

We watched this terrible movie called Zombie Apocalypse which was so bad it was funny; we spent the whole movie planning how we, personally, would survive a Zombie Apocalypse.

(I would be screwed. The Yale key to my security door is terribly sticky, and takes a lot of wiggling to get it in. I would be eaten before I got in my door.)

There was popcorn and soda and PISTACHIOS and it was AWESOME.

My family are amazing. My birthday was awesome.

And then I woke up today and started the day with freaking out about how I’m going to be THIRTY next year. It’s the big Three-Oh.

So I’ve decided:

I’m NOT turning 30 next year. I’m taking a leaf out of my older brother-in-law’s book.

Next year, I’m celebrating the 10th anniversary of my 20th birthday! 😀

And y’all are welcome to celebrate it with me.

2 thoughts on “In Which Fatso Celebrates Her 29th Birthday”

  1. Happy Birthday!! You look Gorgeous, i'll definitely be celebrating your 10th anniversary of your 20th birthday next year haha 🙂 xx

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