I’m taking the day off to celebrate my birthday with my boys!
Birthdays make commoners celebrities for a day. I am taking this role seriously.
Sunglasses must be worn indoors and at night.
I also gave Brian my requirements for our bathroom My dressing room:
- All White! If I see an eggshell washcloth or a vanilla hued rose there will be hell to pay
- With the exception of the red carpet that I must always be standing on
- My nose must always be entertained by the smell of imported exotic florals from the far east. If fresh is not available, I will accept condensed extract of these flowers, painstakingly made into a perfume, and sprayed around the room.
I know, it’s a short list. I’m not letting this go to my head. I need to stay grounded for my children (who will be cared for by their 12 nannies today)
A dear friend of mine also pointed out it is Fat Tuesday. So, we will be doubly celebrating.
(where is my mint julep?)
