That's My Girl

While giving TD a bath yesterday the subject of my birthday happened to come up.  As of Wednesday I will no longer be a Triple Threat but Trente-Quatre.  Another year come and gone.

While washing a particularly precious bath toy TD said, "Mommy, your birthday is this week?! I will have to buy you a present.  It will be jewelry.  A ring.  You like rings. Great big ones!"

The kid is so right. I'm like a freakin' magpie.  Oversized cocktail rings from anywhere be it Target, Etsy, H&M, B&R or something nicer I don't care, I love them.  That girl knows her Momma.  Too bad she can't drive.