Happy Birthday to me... Blah blah, and blah!

I turned 37 on Saturday.  I can say, I honestly am not overly fussed by the whole Birthday thing.  No, that's a lie.  I love Birthdays!  When they aren't my own.  And it's not because I'm getting older (cue violins), because I am, I am 37 now!  It's more my occasional social awkwardness that makes me feel uncomfortable with the attention.  I try to keep things low key as to minimise the fuss.  

Coder and the boys bought me a new lens for the Nikon, and a tripod.  I badly needed both of those, so I was a very happy Birthday Girl.   My Mum and Dad had sent me a parcel of clothes.  How well does my Mother know me?  She always buys me underwear because she knows I just couldn't be bothered buying it myself, some new PJs and a jacket.

My friends took (forced) me out to dinner, which was actually such a lovely evening, that we need to do that more often.  

 I had to give the new tripod and lens a whirl.  Coder took the 2 older boys to Little Athletics.  Pichu and I went into the paddock to remove some unused chicken wire to fix the coop, in order to keep the new babies safe.

I like blue.

 

What, is there something on my face?

Conveniently, the icing matched his top.

New leggings from my sister. So cool!!

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