birthday
My birthday was about a week and a half ago. We didn't do anything special for it - we'll do dinner with my dad and his wife next weekend or so. Well, I did get my hair done. I was kind of due. Plus, I got two big blue streaks along with my usual kind-of-purplish-red. No pics of that at the moment. I should do something about that. Anyway, on the way home, I stopped at New Seasons for a couple of things, and decided I needed a birthday cake.
As I set my stuff down on the bench right outside the door so I could take this picture, a couple of people passed by. I heard the woman say "Oh my god, look at the tiny little muffin!" One of the guys asked me, "Is that thing real?" I said it was, and in fact, it was my birthday cake. I got an enthusiastic "Happy birthday!" from all three of them. Yay me!
I got a couple of birthday texts & email, including from my sister, which still sometimes kind of surprises me.
I also got presents. After my canning pot sprung a leak this spring and I did a couple of batches of jam in stockpots that took *forever* to heat up, I asked Michael for a canning pot for my birthday. His mom got the rack- which fits *perfectly* in the pot. Yay!
Coral had been busy clearing stuff out for her move to Scotland. The box she sent me just happened to arrive on my birthday.
She sent books, blank cards and envelopes,
fabric,
fabric,
and fabric,
and a small bag of assorted trims and doodads that I forgot to take a picture of.
As I set my stuff down on the bench right outside the door so I could take this picture, a couple of people passed by. I heard the woman say "Oh my god, look at the tiny little muffin!" One of the guys asked me, "Is that thing real?" I said it was, and in fact, it was my birthday cake. I got an enthusiastic "Happy birthday!" from all three of them. Yay me!
I got a couple of birthday texts & email, including from my sister, which still sometimes kind of surprises me.
I also got presents. After my canning pot sprung a leak this spring and I did a couple of batches of jam in stockpots that took *forever* to heat up, I asked Michael for a canning pot for my birthday. His mom got the rack- which fits *perfectly* in the pot. Yay!
Coral had been busy clearing stuff out for her move to Scotland. The box she sent me just happened to arrive on my birthday.
She sent books, blank cards and envelopes,
fabric,
fabric,
and fabric,
and a small bag of assorted trims and doodads that I forgot to take a picture of.