I have always loved LOVED my birthday. In fact, I am a fan of the “Birthday Month”- why limit the special treatment to just a day? The best part about my birthday is that everyone has to do Whatever I Say Because It’s My Birthday. Shockingly, my husband isn’t as big of a fan of my birthday as I am.
Growing up, I had the most fabulous birthday parties. One year, my parents turned our living and dining rooms into a casino. I had a costume party one year (I was a hula girl… a hula girl with a sweat shirt and sweat pants… hey, it’s cold in St. Louis in mid October!). Another year, we went bowling (even with the bumpers I am terrible!).
1.i used to play this game. 2.they used to be friends many years ago. 3.we used to play tennis. 4.she used to have long hair. 5.i used to love he. 6.he used to be there. 7. we used to go there every day. 8.this dog used to live there. 9.i used to like this book. 10. she used to have black hair. 1.i would go to the shop tomorrow. 2.she would leave this place. 3.he would like this book. 4.we would go to the park this afternoon. 5.i wold like to eat that ice-cream. 6.she wold like to know that. 7.he would choose it. 8.they would be friends, i think. 9.who would do it? 10.i would do it. : )
I have always loved LOVED my birthday. In fact, I am a fan of the “Birthday Month”- why limit the special treatment to just a day? The best part about my birthday is that everyone has to do Whatever I Say Because It’s My Birthday. Shockingly, my husband isn’t as big of a fan of my birthday as I am.
Growing up, I had the most fabulous birthday parties. One year, my parents turned our living and dining rooms into a casino. I had a costume party one year (I was a hula girl… a hula girl with a sweat shirt and sweat pants… hey, it’s cold in St. Louis in mid October!). Another year, we went bowling (even with the bumpers I am terrible!).