This Friday it’s my birthday. Yep, I know, Friday the Thirteenth. I can almost hear the Jaws theme tune mixed with the twilight zone. Fortunately they don’t come around too often. Friday the 13th birthdays that is – I do get a regular birthday most other years 
The boys are with their Dad this weekend so I’ll be spending a good portion of the day driving to drop them off then sitting in traffic after they’ve departed. Fun, fun, fun!
Instead of missing out on cake and ice-cream celebrating with mum, the boys brought my birthday forward. They went out shopping at the end of last week. I took them to the Mall (this was a test of how much I love my family because I felt SICK. Really, really sick.) and they went off by themselves to spend their pocket money on gifts for me.
I had all kinds of nightmares in the space of 1/2 hour. You see, this was the first time I’d ever let them loose in a shopping mall. Would they get lost? Would someone snatch them? Would they buy me Star Wars figures?
I panicked needlessly.
They did come back. They weren’t snatched. And I didn’t get plastic figures with lightsabers.
On Sunday all was revealed. Here’s what I got:
A teddy bear, a pewter fairy holding a sign with ‘mum’ written on it and a brass pendulum.
And this is what they got:
I make birthday cakes for everyone and I was going to make one for myself BUT MrT said NO!
So we popped down the shop and I bought cup cakes and ice cream. I got to choose the ice cream so I had cappuccino and Christmas pudding. The cup cakes were lemon. The flavours were weird. BUT it was divine!
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