It's that time of year again, and already things have been interesting.
I got my first birthday card yesterday. It was from my aunt. (I posted about my crazy family, but my aunt is the lone person that kept me this side of crazy as I grew up.) It has a bunch of stuffed monkeys on the cover hopping around yelling 'Yahoo!!' 'Whoopee!!' 'This is gonna be great!! I'm so excited!!' The last monkey exclaims "I can't wait!! I... I..." and the inside says "... I think I just pooped myself." She signed it: "(maybe I should stop reading your blog) haha." How perfect is that? The check inside made it even better! Thanks, Aunt! (I don't use people's names other than Annie [and Angel]).
Today, at work, I easily got off next Friday to go skiing with Annie and all of her friends. I told them it was for my birthday. I also scheduled a drug screening on my birthday, so things can get crazy that night!!
Then things made a turn for the worse. I came home, and Angel was in trouble. He had eaten one of my birthday presents! Chocolate covered Oreos that Annie had found in some fancy chocolate store. This is the same dog that ate our roommate's cupcakes that I made her for her birthday. Angel is the birthday ruiner (word?)! (Don't name a dog Angel; it's setting everyone up for failure.)
We brought it back a little with a birthday card from my mom. The front is a bunch of plastic flamingos and reads "If this is the first thing you see the morning after your birthday celebration, you may want to ask yourself these important questions:" inside "Am I naked? Is this my front yard? Who are these people...?" Mom doesn't read my blog, but she apparently knows me nonetheless. Only downer is that it came with a post-dated check. That makes me feel really guilty... like she felt obligated to send me money that she can't afford.
Similarly, I never got a/an Xmas present from my grandparents, and I don't know if they'll send me a birthday present. It's not really a big deal, but I wonder if they actually did send something and it was lost along the way. Considering the current granny situation, I'm not going to ask. Am I awful for caring rather or not they sent/are sending something?
Anyway, things are in full swing, and Annie is whisking me off to Napa for the weekend.
Hello, good wine, I've missed you,