Happy Birthday to Me

I love my birthday. I never used to... maybe because I was worried about getting old or because I had no one except my parents to make a fuss over me. Now I don’t care about the numbers, and my husband and kids always spoil me, and my friends remember me and I feel loved.

This year (as in many years past) my dad sent me a card with a check in it. I used to put that birthday check up in the bills/checks file and deposit it in the bank without ever doing anything for me. But this year I decided to spend it on me... all $100 of it.

And this is what I bought:

Three Kindle books...

The Virgin Cure by Ami McKay


The Light Between Oceans by ML Stedman


Full Dark, No Stars by Stephen King


Next I visited the Pandora store and bought two beads...





And finally with the leftover couple bucks, I bought a delicious Starbuck’s vanilla latte.

It was really fun to pick out things for myself... things I wanted, not things I needed. And I did not feel guilty about it because it was money meant for exactly that purpose. Thanks dad :-)

If you had $100 and you had to spend it on yourself, what would you buy with it?