I am 50. My birthday sucked. I am no longer having birthdays. Don't even ask. I'd just as soon pretend the day never happened.
I did, however, get this gift from my hubby. Which totally didn't suck at all. In fact, it was downright awesome, especially since he totally swore there were no purses on the face of the earth that were worth the amount of money he paid for that bad boy. I'm in love. With my hubby (and my new purse!)
I have also found a card game in which I am somewhat proficient and can actually beat the hubster at. Spades. Yep, my future-daughter-in-law and I dominated my hubby and son on Sunday. I will never play pinochle again.