So I am now in my 31st week of pregnancy and that also means I am in my 8th month! All exciting math (well technically 32 weeks equals 8 months) …psych! Like math is ever exciting.
Back to the point, which wasn’t math but also wasn’t just about me being preggo. OH! My birthday is on March 22nd and it is the big THREE ZERO. Besides not being able to say my age as a half number (thirty and a half just isn’t something cute to be saying) I am pretty thrilled for my thirties. Women “supposedly” hit their sexual peak in their thirties and whether that is true or not (I believe it is!) I look forward to finding out!
So I got some big birthday plans….. Can you tell yet what I am doing?
Since moving back to Colorado in 2014 I have wanted to just go to a restaurant that offers me both a strong smell of chlorine while requiring that I use a tiny red flag to signal to my waiter that I am ready for my sopapilla! I also need a man in a gorilla suit diving into water that splashes me as I sit at my table dining on cafeteria style Mexican cuisine. And when I am finished eating I better be able to walk through a dark cave.
I know of one place that can offer me all this and much more [confusion]!
It should be pretty awesome!
Sorry but I gotta blast the wishlist! Check it out here