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!