Bon Anniversaire

They say it's my birthday

Okay, I'm super behind on this one. I apologize...I haven't really felt like writing lately. In truth, I've been obsessed with reading Helter Skelter. It's the story of the Charles Manson trial and it's some craaaazy stuff. 

I'm happy to report that I was completely wrong about my birthday this year. 
My desk was decorated before I got to work in the morning, and my boss had left me some treats. There were lots of happy birthday wishes and love. After work, Foxx got a group together to go for a drink. (I've come to a conclusion about him: he really can be a good guy. But a lot of the time he's kind of performing, like he has to have all attention on him. I absolutely can't stand that, and to me it seems desperate, like he needs an ego boost that badly.) 

My mom made dinner and a cake, like usual. It was pretty low-key, which is exactly what I wanted. There were a couple of points that were really fantastic. 

The first one needs back-story: 
One Sunday, really probably about a year ago, my dad walked in wearing a (I thought) very outdated shirt. Oh also, I sing in the choir which is up by the altar so I can see people coming in. I walked up and told him that I'd just gotten a very important phone call; it was the 80s and they wanted their shirt back. I guess he was pretty embarrassed, which I hadn't meant to do, but he played it off well. Not long after that, I walked into my bathroom in the morning to find the shirt hanging on the mirror. We went back and forth basically playing hide-and-seek with the shirt. The last move had been mine--way back in February. My parents had gone on a Caribbean cruise and I hid the shirt in his snorkeling gear. I guess it was pretty funny as he was hanging out on a tropical beach and pulled that bad boy out. Since that happened almost a year ago, I'd completely forgotten about it. 

I knew I was getting a Nook for my birthday. My mom pulled out a giant box, so I expected boxes inside of boxes. I kind of joked about it and she told me that I might be mistaken, they may have gotten me something else. I opened the box and wasn't surprised to find another one, and played into the joke. There were three or four boxes and finally, when I got to the end, I found my Nook wrapped up in the shirt. I laughed so hard I started crying. 

Earlier in the day, Lindbergh had sent a picture of a gift bag with the caption "Hmm...I wonder what that could be" Naturally, my reply was "A PONY!!!" 
He was invited to dinner and, the roads being pretty crappy, got there late. It also meant he didn't have time to stop by his place and get my present. I really didn't care, I'd already had a great day and it was continuing wonderfully. We all had dinner, and Lindbergh and I just hung out for a while. He was getting ready to leave, and paused while putting on his coat. He said he hadn't wanted to come empty handed, and pulled a little pink stuffed pony out of his pocket. 
So...I really did get a pony!

Maybe this is a sign of things to come, that this year will be good. I have lots of people gunning for me meeting a handsome, wonderful, wealthy man while I'm in Paris. I'm not holding my breath, but it'd be fantastic. Oh wait, no, I've already decided that it's going to happen and it's going to be Henry Cavill. Henry, are you listening?!