the day after your birthday should be an official holiday

because I got NOTHING done today. then again, most Mondays are wasted for me so why should this be any different?

I had a fabulous weekend of fun and friends and frolic and romance and indulgence that began on Friday with a shopping spree and a manicure/pedicure and finished Monday morning with (I can't tell you what). and in between were rides and romantic dinners and art openings and champagne and surprises and watching the tour in bed and 4-inch heels and more rides and dancing in the living room and smooshed cupcakes and laughing so hard my abs still hurt.