Like many women my age, I am 28 years old.

I do like to shock and surprise people. When it's all in good fun, of course.

You know you're getting old when the candles cost more than the cake.

It is lovely, when I forget all birthdays, including my own, to find that somebody remembers me.

I hate birthdays.

Thirty was so strange for me. I've really had to come to terms with the fact that I am now a walking and talking adult.

The more you praise and celebrate your life, the more there is in life to celebrate.

I remember when the candle shop burned down. Everyone stood around singing 'Happy Birthday.'

To me - old age is always ten years older than I am.

When someone asks if you'd like cake or pie, why not say you want cake and pie?