They say it's my birthday! It's Ice-T's birthday too, yeah!

That's right, it's Ice-T's birthday.  It's also mine.  I'm 34-years-old, which means I'm in my mid-thirties.

I really thought I'd feel like a grown up by now.

I really thought I wouldn't have to use acne medicine by now.

I really thought birthdays would bother me more, but really, they don't.  Much.

I'm scheduling this post because I'm planning on having an entirely self-indulgent birthday, full of nothing but reading my latest acquisitions from the library (including one Jane Green -- thanks to a suggestion from Handbags & Handguns), a tall glass of Diet Cherry Vanilla Dr. Pepper, and hopefully some cake later.  And several choruses of "Happy Birthday", because that's something my mom, sister and I carried over from my Granny -- calling early to sing "Happy Birthday".  But since y'all don't get the pleasure of hearing that (or The Husband and my beautiful girls singing it), I thought I'd give you these:

Who doesn't love some Farmer Ted?!

Many a young night was spent wishing they would sing this to me...

Listen carefully -- they are actually singing to a Vanessa.  (It wasn't me.  Promise.)

And I also want to wish a Happy Birthday to The Feminist Housewife!  Hope your day is fabulous!

To the rest of you, HAPPY TUESDAY!