My friends Jessy and Tommy are currently vacationing in Top Sail Island, but they were thoughtful enough to send me flowers for my birthday. That’s a really beautiful thing to come home to from the cemetery!
I think maybe I’m supposed to cut them down and fit them into the base of the cupcake, but I’m a floral-retard and Henry wasn’t home, so I just stuffed them in this skull stein that I always forget to drink my Absinthe and brain puree from.
Anyway, they are lovely and make me feel very loved!
Also the other day I got an Aw Snap! camera t-shirt and this gorgeous hand-carved skull bracelet from Bill and Jessi:
I have some really awesome friends. They make me feel loved!
The other night when I got in the car after work, Chooch handed me a wrinkled piece of paper that he had decorated with a stamper at Henry’s office. “It says, ‘Happy birthday, Mommy. I hope you get more presents.’ And I have a surprise for you at home!”
It was a latex glove. Blown up like a balloon.
I didn’t get ANYTHING from Henry. He has less than twelve hours. I’m counting.
In non-birthday news, tomorrow is Blogathon and I’m panicking as is customary for Blogathon eve. I’m worried I’ll run out of things to write about. I’m worried that my high-energy brand of hysteria will chase Alisha and Henry off for good. I’m worried that somehow the Internet will break like it did last year, and I’ll be forced to post from my iPhone and after nine months of being an official Apple-hoe, I’m still texting with the speed and dexterity of a fingerless hobo drunk off boot-infused Nighttrain.
Things I am requesting for tomorrow (take note if you’re planning on stopping by!):
- no candy/chocolate because it always seems like a good idea, but it makes me crash and then I get pissy and wind up being even douchier to those around me Changed my mind! I want a bag of raspberry Kisses.
- iced coffee!!
- grilled cheese!!
- Things to fashion into moustaches
- Willingness to pose for stupid photos
- things in which to dip myself
- bonfire in my living room so I can make s’mores while whispering “s’mores” creepily in everyone’s ears
Also, I turned off email notifications (which ironically JUST STARTED WORKING AGAIN after crapping out on me a year ago) and the Twitter feed so you guys won’t get inundated by 49 scatter-brained blog posts. See how considerate I am of your patience?
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