My birthday is rapidly approaching and I would really, really love to have a party.
I quite like parties and I like them a lot when I am the centre of attention.
Also, birthdays are particularly special to me; not just mine, but everyone’s. I think they ought to be celebrated with cake and gifts and cake and gifts.
I like cake and I simply adore gifts. A few years back, after my husband bought me The Wrong Thing Again, despite his insistence that he Tried Very Hard and It’s The Thought That Counts (to which I replied “well you didn’t fucking put much thought in, did you?”) that my Love Language is Gifts.
More specifically, it is Receiving Gifts … it is one of the best books I’ve read and most insightful revelation I have ever had. If you want to know more, check out
Honey, you send me a plane ticket, and I’d fly down and give you the best damn birthday ever! Or you could come up here, and I can then even make you a cake!