Happy HALFSIES to ME!

When I was five and a half, I begged my mom for a half birthday party.

We ate half pizzas made on english muffins, half cupcakes, and I got to have three friends over (that's half five, rounded up).

I still remember feeling so great on this day. And, of course, ever the creature of habit, I was stunned when I turned 6 and a half that there was no big celebration.

Apparently I six and a half is far too old for the silliness of half birthdays.

But I know better.

HAPPY HALF BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!