Yes it is my friends. I am 39 today. This will be short and sweet as I'm currently sipping lemsip - I have a bit of cold and now feel a bit ropey! My foot is better but no exercise for one week 2 days. I feel fat and bloaty not good. I've had a wonderful day - bouquets of flowers from the kids, a lovely card from my husband and an equally tearful card from my bestie. I got a fab-u-lous leopard print 'N' keyring from my good friend Em - we managed to trot around the shopping centre with toddlers in tow browsing and acquiring in my own words, that I often use 'shit we don't need'. I saw a coat twas lovely twas a bit snug fitting but I'm going back to get it. I need a kick up the arse. I have a night out in two weeks time also which invariably will mean we wailing at some point "I have nothing to wear". A year on and the same wail re-surfaces. This time next year I don't want to have to wail that if you please.
Right off to rest and recuperate. Have a fabulous weekend from your now 39 bloggerette!