Fancy-Pants Grown-Up Lady.

So much going on that my head feels like it’s about to explode, but luckily I was able to take one day off to celebrate my birthday! Yep, Wednesday I turned 33. I feel very “thirty-something” right about now.

Madame R was able to escape her dog sitting responsibiltities for a few hours so we headed to lunch and stuffed ourselves silly at an Indian lunch buffet. We ate so much that we almost passed out during our lovely walk by the Moselle, but we managed. And for once the sun came out and everything was all bright and glowy.

Side note #1: walking around Metz France on a bright and sunny day is effing lovely!

So after spending a good part of the afternoon walking around Metz we barely had enough energy to scarf down some cake…but we managed. YUM!

But after that I was totally worn out (Birthdays make me tired!) so I headed home to take a nap…..but instead ended up working a bit.

Then FrenchBoy decided he wants to take me out to dinner. And of course as you know I cannot turn down a meal, so I agreed. He made reservations at some fancy Italian place called DiRoma. Which is actually within walking distance of our apartment. We ordered this lovely entrée.

Unfortunately I forgot to take photos of my Gambas & St.Jacques brochettes which is really a shame because the gambas had the freakiest little eyeballs. I swear they were looking at me.

Anyway, half way through dinner FrenchBoy asks me to get his wallet out of his Man-Purse. Of course when I open the Man-Purse --- I find my birthday gift:

Fancy-Pants Grown-Up Lady sunglasses! Only problem is they are so fancy that I’m almost skeered to wear’em! And then it hit me: Crap! Wait! Am I a Fancy-Pants Grown-Up Lady now? When did this happen? Is that what happens to you when you turn 33?

And then I got over myself and finished eating my freakin' dinner.

Sidenote #2: FrenchBoy insisted that I post the photo of his gift here. He’s so proud of himself for being able to pick me the perfect sunglasses without any assistance on my part.


And I gotta hand it to him. He did a great job. I love them. They look great on my little round face and they even fit perfectly. They don’t give me brain squeeze or anything!

OK, birthday re-cap:

Saucy Aussie, Indian lunch buffets, long walks by the river, delicious cakes, romantic dinners with a Frenchman, and Fancy-Pants-Grown-Up-Lady sunglasses.

Well golly! That doesn't suck at all now does it?