A birthday over and a new purchase.

I'm back again, after surviving my birthday weekend. Weekend? Yes. I totally take full advantage of my birthday and squeeze every ounce out of it.

Hey you in the bathroom! It's my birthday-do not use the rest of the toilet paper!

Hey you in the kitchen! It's my birthday-wash that dirty dish!

Hey you in the living room! It's my birthday-change that channel to Real Housewives of Orange County!

Yes. I may hate that I'm older, but I use it to my advantage.

I did have a pretty good weekend. My oldest took me out to breakfast and my hubby took me out to dinner. In between that, I sat in a car dealership for three hours. I know, WHO would spend their birthday at a car place? Well, I didn't have any intentions on doing so. Our car guy talked us into coming in to take a test drive on a car I had my eye on. After all, it wasn't often that the hubby and I had a free Saturday at the same time. He had a good point. So, I test drove it and liked it, but I didn't want to spoil my birthday by getting turned down.

"I do not want to try to get this car today," I said firmly.
"Come on," said Mike, our car guy. "I want you to buy a car on your birthday."
"Okay," I said.

I'm such a pushover.

So three hours later, there I was, sitting in a chair in a car dealership on my birthday. My head was throbbing, my tummy was growling, and I was regretting being such a pushover. The guys at the dealership were very nice, and they kept coming up and wishing me "happy birthday" every thirty minutes. Were they gently letting me down? I was waiting for them to bring me a three layer birthday cake with a rejection letter stuck on top and we-are-so-sorry-we-talked-you-into-coming-here-on-your-birthday written in icing around it.

Finally, we talked to the finance guy and they gave me the keys. They said that the banks were closed, but they were 99.9% sure everything will be fine.

(my 2010 Hyundai Elantra)

Today, it still sits in my driveway. I'm hoping that all that birthday time that I invested there paid off, cause now I have to wait until next year to tell the kids, "It's my birthday-rub my feet!"