Memorable Birthdays

My attempt at cooking last night was okay I think. I made chicken breast with Dijon mustard sauce, oven-baked potatoes, veggies and a side salad. And loads of wine of course. Too much actually so I'm a bit rough around the edges today and I'm on my own with both kids so it's been a tough day. Craig has tootled off to do his concealed carry licence.

One part of last night was memorable for all the wrong reasons. In the space of an hour I had to leave our guests to go and get more wine, then on returning our Danny was being really fussy and Jack, who has a cold, coughed to the point where he was sick all over himself, me and his bed.  Our poor guests must have got in their car at the end of the night and thanked the heavens they didn't live our life. It's no wonder I drank too much wine.

Talking of partaking in  merriment - I'm 40 in 2 weeks and I have no plans! For my 18th and 21st birthdays I had big crazy parties organised by my family. I have wonderful memories of dancing to Duran Duran, chucking back Pernod & blacks and playing silly games where 21 men had to line up and kiss me. My mum & Tom got me a Ford Escort for my 21st and I loved it, until it got stolen 3 times. You could break into those cars with a feather duster couldn't you. On my 30th me & Craig went to London for the weekend and had a fabulous time although it was a horrible shock when we got home because we found out that a friend had died that weekend skydiving. 

SO, my 40th. What to do? I don't want a party or a posh dinner really. My favourite singers aren't touring in Ohio, there's nothing worth seeing at the local theatre or Funny Bone club. Ideally I'd like whatever I do to involve friends, alcohol, good food, good music and a hot tub. Oh, and definitely eight hours sleep after.