Waking up to earrings. Wonderful.

Well... Busybusybusy.
 After a three day week at work Friday I turned into the oldest 23 year old ever. I had a fab day, My daughter presented me with a yummy cake (despite my terror of seeing that my mother had got my small child to hold a cake larger than her head with two candles burning on it) OH MOTHER! >.<  even Daisy looked at me like 'erm, even I know I shouldn't be doing this.... what is nanna doing?!'
Anyway, I was presented with a fab little cake pop maker which will come in really handy for when I'm catering all the wonderful childrens parties... and a delicious Zara bag

Wowzarzara

Super practical, enough room for all Daisy's bits and bobs and babies things and also maybe some of my own things if I'm lucky :p also the handy little draw string top prevents little hands popping in and out with whatever snack is fancied or things falling out as it hangs over the pushchair. looks swell, like a grown up bag. Boop.
 Other gifts from family included a couple of vouchers, a voucher for a hair salon from the lovely sister, which I am very much looking forward to using. If not before baby is born to spruce myself up before getting all sweaty, after to kick start me back into being 'yummy' The Mr's side of the family rummaged through a sweet little shop called Carolyn's
I wont explain, just look
Ahhh.

Boom I want everything.

I also got two memorable cards. One from Mr's brother and girlfriend. Erm, who's card declared me 'sister in law' ermm, if I don't get the benefits of being married I do not... well, I just didn't like it. Is that ok? I don't know if I was emotional? would anyone agree?
And a sweet little home made card from Mr's brother's (for blog purposes only I refer to him at home as Mr. I see what's happened!) daughter which was incredibly sweet.
By the end of the day I was ready to cry and was in a stroppy mood. Is it normal to get like that after a birthday or am I just feeling old?