I turned 36 yesterday.
I'm a procrastinator.
I enjoy being a wife and mother.
I love good food and I select hotels based on the bedding.
I hate to drink out of plastic cups.
I'm not 100% sure when to use its and it's, but I'm too lazy to look it up.
I feel loved.
I have great ideas, but my follow up is not so grand.
I think the elderly should stay off the buses between the hours of 4:30 and 5:30 if they don't like children.
I'm lucky to have so many great people in my life.
I question my sanity from time to time.
I would love to meet Martha Stewart and the founder of Target.
I go to bed late and then I wish I didn't.
I question why so many Brits have bad teeth and if in fact they have an extra in there?
I love sushi, but know it's not socially acceptable to do so, but I do anyway.
I buy fresh flowers every week, it makes me happy.
When I look at the kids baby pictures I want a third child, then I remember I live in Paris in a two bedroom apartment.
I talk too much and I'm learning to say no more often.
Since I started jogging I feel like I need diamond earrings. Is that normal?
Cheers to being 36!