Slickery on my Birthday

Happy Birthday

to ME.

This week I will be forty

s o m e t h i n g.

Ok, I’ll be freakin 42 years

old.

Half way to really o l d.

Does this really make me offically old?

Now that I am not just "40" anymore?

Hmmmmmmm,

I don’t think so.

It’s just a freakin number after all.

Right? Right!!!!!!

You’re only as old as you feel.

And

I don’t feel freakin old. I feel young and alive.

Is that what happens when your in the “prime” of your life?

I think it just might be.

I’m so excited.

The sportsman has something special planned for me. And

I can not wait.

It is a surprise.

I l o v e surprises!

Maybe it has something to do with a spanking.

( super big wicked grin)

I used to hate that my birthday was in January, cause as a kid

the weather is always shitty and you can’t really have a party

outside.

As an adult, it doesn’t really matter. Unless you’re wanting to

have a BBQ.

Hee hee

So I will keep you posted on what my B I G surprise is.

Honestly, I already have all that a girl could want.

SO I am not sure what it could possibly be.

All I know is it better involve V A N I L L A or cinnamon.

Maybe if your lucky for the next HNT I can post a photo with

my cake.

Just sayin

anacostiaque