So much for that newfound love of delayed gratification.
Though, in my defense, it wasn't truly my fault.
I opened all my presents last night at 9:00.
Not because I couldn't wait another second . . .
But because my family had to leave unexpectedly and wouldn't be here for my actual birthday.
And because I wanted them to see everything I'd gotten.
So, here it is, my actual birthday and I find myself without a gift to open.
I'm wondering if it will be just as exciting to re-wrap then re-open the presents?
Or perhaps I should take him shopping with me and make him buy me things? :)
I would never do that. And by never I mean, I would but I don't want to seem like that kind of girl on here with you strangers.
I think I'll go with the re-wrap and re-open the presents gig.
It should go along nicely with my plan to make my own birthday cake!
*Don't feel too badly for me.
My actual birthday party has yet to occur.
Each year my friend Cammie and I have our parties together since our birthdays are two days apart. I anticipate a few more presents. However, I am slightly dismayed that I have nothing to open on my actual birthday and no one to fault for that but myself.*