It’s my Birthday Month

My birthday is in July and according to my husband’s rules, I get to celebrate the whole month long. 31 days all about me. My husband is not so lucky as his birthday falls in the same month as our anniversary. In a Lady or the Tiger way, he has to pick which one is more important. My husband is a smart man.

For my birthday, some of my lovely coworkers got together and bought me flowers and a very large cupcake. I think they just wanted to see what clown color my teeth would turn if I ate it at work. But I know better and waited until I got home to eat it. Grossed my kids out, so it was the gift that kept on giving.

Then the weekend came and along with it, a paycheck. Ooooh, money to spend on me.

And wouldn’t you know it Michael’s (an arts and crafts store) sent me a 20% off entire purchase coupon. That was so evil lovely of them.

But there is more than one craft store in town and, as fate would have it, I would also be driving by Joann’s on my way home that very same weekend. They too were having a sale.

We stopped at Joann’s first, because it was closest and I got a very small basket that must have a quantum interior because it held far more than you’d suppose. And while I wandered through the fabric aisle dreaming of quilts I could make, I ended up limiting myself to scrapbooking stuff. Which did enough damage. Of course, I did buy those 2 pair of socks, but they were so cute they don’t count.

After filling up a Santa sack full of goodies, we headed for Michael’s. Ooh sparkly things. Here too despite a few diversions (squirrel!) I managed to only buy scrapbooking supplies, plus a few for cards too (which shouldn’t count because you give them to other people).

Then we went home.

The next day, hubby and I decided to got to the movies. Since it was my birthday, I picked Brave. I love, love, love animation. Because, really who doesn’t. And this one didn’t disappoint. I am glad my kids think it’s silly to see cartoons as I very much fear they would find a witch and turn me, not into a bear, but possibly a dragon. Then they’d sell me to a zoo and pocket the money. I raised them right. Oddly enough, the movie theatre is next to another Michaels and hubby was going to let me go in, but I declined. I guess you can eventually learn a little self-control.

I also won these baskets during our writer’s meeting:

Anyway, that’s my main birthday celebration. Of course, the month isn’t over yet and we will be passing another Michael’s today.

About Linda Andrews

Linda Andrews lives with her husband and three children in Phoenix, Arizona. When she announced to her family that her paranormal romance was to be published, her sister pronounce: "What else would she write? She’s never been normal." All kidding aside, writing has become a surprising passion. So just how did a scientist start to write paranormal romances? What other option is there when you’re married to romantic man and live in a haunted house? If you’ve enjoyed her stories or want to share your own paranormal experience feel free to email the author at www.lindaandrews.net She’d love to hear from you.
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3 Responses to It’s my Birthday Month

  1. Sandy Falk says:

    Another good place to go is HobbyLobby, talk about a “candy store” or “eye candy” for us crafty people, you have to love it! They have craft things for guys, too, so maybe your hubby would enjoy it, too. Some examples are model train set ups, plane & auto and rocket “stuff”, too. Plus a wide selection of art supplies, along with drafting supplies. Does your hubby like any of those things? “A couple who shops together, stays together” ; 0

  2. Leigh Savage says:

    What fun and Happy Birthday!

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