Hair of the Dog

My least favorite part about birthdays, other than that whole getting older thing, is that they come to an end.

It's depressing. For a whole month week, you feel pretty special, you can eat all the calories you want, you eat birthday cake while lying in bed, you have car concerts with your friends and everything is just perfect.

And then you wake up, it's the last day of the month, you realize you are another year older and your joints hurt. Well, it's either the birthday or that dumb trainer I hired. I'm mad at all of you who said that hiring a trainer was a good idea. He's a real cutie, thinks I'm hilarious, but he really hates it when I say I don't want to do something. So he makes me do like 10 more reps of it. And that is why I can't move from my desk all day.

I really wanted to link up for the Saw It Pinned It Did It link up - but it was my birthday week and I couldn't think of anything to make. But I have been pinning a few things that may help me get through the post-birthday depression.

Maybe I'll make these next week

Always this.

I could forget my birthday here.

I mean, how adorable are these shoes?

I want a new maxi skirt almost as much as I want a cowboy.

The only thing I can think of that would really help me get through my birthday hangover is to continue celebrating. Kinda like a little hair of the dog that bit you. So Saturday night I'll be celebrating again and pretending it's still my birthday at the George Strait concert. After all, it's the Cowboy Rides Away tour. I wouldn't mind riding off into the sunset with a cowboy but that's neither here nor there.

Any suggestions for how I can carry this whole birthday thing on into March?