You guys may not hear from me for a couple of days. The next 3-4 days are going to be supremely busy. Busier than usual, even, if you can believe that.
Here's what I've got coming up:
Tomorrow night I have a "commitment." I'm being a little vague because I'm going to be blogging about this "commitment" and I want to build suspense and add intrigue. I'm sneaky that way. (Also. I get my excitement where I can find it.)
Thursday is my BIRTHDAY! Yes, this is a shameless plug for birthday wishes. I'm very much a birthday person. I pink puffy heart (with sprinkles!) birthdays. I enjoy all birthday's but most especially my own. I think my mom did this to me. She used to throw awesome birthday parties and make me fabulous cakes. We once went to the zoo for my birthday. We went camping once. She rented a bus and took a whole bunch of us roller skating. She borrowed somebody's giant truck and took us all on a hayride and cookout. Since my birthday is in October, my cakes usually had a Halloween theme. I had several orange jack o' lanterns over the years. A couple of years ago she crafted a spider web with black icing on top of my cake and wrote "Some Girl" in the web in homage to Charlotte. (Have I mentioned how awesome my mom is? She deserves her own post -- which I WILL do soon. I'm missing her terribly right now. She's been gone about a month and a half on a cross country camping trip. I think they're coming back Friday or Saturday.)
In full disclosure, however, I did have a few birthdays that sucked. Once when I was small (I think it was my third birthday) we went to my dad's restaurant to get some ice for my party. I was playing with the hinge on the door when my mom opened it to go outside. Ripped that teensy fingernail right off. When I was about eight or nine I wrote my autobiography and when I recounted this story I qualified it with "She didn't mean to." As though that needed clarifying.
When I was two I woke up vowing to my mother that I was going to be royally pissed (pretty sure I didn't use that word, though) if anyone sang Happy Birthday to me. When everyone commenced with the singing I got down out of my high chair, stomped to my room and slammed the door. Such a drama queen!
For a couple of weeks I've been giving Mr. Daddy ideas of things I'd like for my birthday, but today I realized that I am in desperate need of shoes. I got my brown dress shoes out the closet this morning and remembered that the heel was broken. It wasn't COMPLETELY broken, but I was concerned that it wouldn't last the day. I did not relish the thought of hobbling on one high heel through campus and down to the parking deck should the heel decide to give up the ghost, so I chunked them (they weren't repairable). So, I called Mr. Daddy and asked if I could buy a couple of pairs of shoes for my birthday.
"Well that's not very exciting. There's no surprise."
"I don't need surprise. I need shoes. And it's all our money anyway. Just get me a cake on my birthday and we'll call it square. And maybe a card."
So today I went and bought these:
I bought another pair, too (Payless was having BOGO), but my camera battery died right after taking the first picture and frankly I didn't feel like charging them up. But they are a cute, round toe high heel. Brown, natch. Sort of suede-y. With a bow.
And LAST (but certainly not least) on my To-Do calendar for this week is the greatest birthday present I will receive (that I know about). My dad and step- mom have offered to come and get the kids on Friday night and let them spend the night. They're also going to pay for me and Mr. Daddy to go out to dinner. To a REAL restaurant. I spent most of today trying to figure out where in the heck I want to go. You can't waste an opportunity like this one -- this will be our first child free night since JUNE. This town has some great restaurants. Some I've tried, some I haven't. There's a part of me that feels like going to one of the nicer ones. You know, dressing up a bit. Putting on some perfume. Maybe a little lipstick. But the reality is that I'm really a simple girl at heart. All I really want is a good steak and a cold beer. And Mr. Daddy to make me laugh while we eat.
So it will probably be Saturday before I can post again. Actually, scratch that. I've already drafted my Haiku for Friday so there will be that. BUT otherwise, I'll be incommunicado. Well, scratch that, too. I'm sure I'll be obsessively checking my comments (as usual!). But other than THAT, nada. I hope you ALL have a lovely week. I plan to.
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