I Never Want You To Be A Trucker's Wife.
On Monday morning I awoke with arthritis riddling my every joint and, as the senility began to set in, I couldn't even recall where I was, or who I was with, let alone why all of my joints ached. A breakfast shot of ginko suddenly made me realize...
"It's my birthday.
I'm 24.
Shiza, I'm a grandma."
Returning from a quick errand jaunt, I walked into my room to find it decked out in the most superb of birthday decor, complete with My Little Pony party hats and Chocolate Decadence ice cream cake. Ice cream pie. Ice cream cakepie. CAKEPIECAKEPIECAKEPIE. Thanks to one Mr. Daniel Schales. Whom then took it upon himself to whisk me away to Seattle for a charming adventure on Capital Hill which included a delicious Moroccan meal in which we sat on the floor and ate with our hands. Oh baby he knows how to do me right. I am so in heart with this boy. A subsequent vacation trip to the beach will be the birthday follow-up in proceeding weeks. We are totally getting the honeymoon suite at the hotel we stay at. I am demanding a heart shaped hot tub. With pink foam. And little heart shaped chocolate raspberry truffles on the pillows. YES.
All in all my birthday was quite a delight. Lots of phone calls and emails from such fine folks as Jamie Stuckenschneider, Garrett Kruger, and Kevin Simpson, as well as a handful of the locals. I received some lovely gifts that included, but weren't limited to, 1) the Vanilla coffee powder that I consume like I'm a coke addict, 2) Tickets to the Seattle Art Museum, 3) vintage purses, 4) a Threadless t-shirt, 5) "The Psychology of Intelligence" by Jean Piaget, 6) a Hello Kitty lamp, and 7) delicious homemade delicacies.
It's nice to know that I finally got through an entire birthday without once wanting to slit my wrists.
(Though, that's probably only because I realize how old I am and know I'll die of a stroke anyday now so I might as well just wait it out.)
"It's my birthday.
I'm 24.
Shiza, I'm a grandma."
Returning from a quick errand jaunt, I walked into my room to find it decked out in the most superb of birthday decor, complete with My Little Pony party hats and Chocolate Decadence ice cream cake. Ice cream pie. Ice cream cakepie. CAKEPIECAKEPIECAKEPIE. Thanks to one Mr. Daniel Schales. Whom then took it upon himself to whisk me away to Seattle for a charming adventure on Capital Hill which included a delicious Moroccan meal in which we sat on the floor and ate with our hands. Oh baby he knows how to do me right. I am so in heart with this boy. A subsequent vacation trip to the beach will be the birthday follow-up in proceeding weeks. We are totally getting the honeymoon suite at the hotel we stay at. I am demanding a heart shaped hot tub. With pink foam. And little heart shaped chocolate raspberry truffles on the pillows. YES.
All in all my birthday was quite a delight. Lots of phone calls and emails from such fine folks as Jamie Stuckenschneider, Garrett Kruger, and Kevin Simpson, as well as a handful of the locals. I received some lovely gifts that included, but weren't limited to, 1) the Vanilla coffee powder that I consume like I'm a coke addict, 2) Tickets to the Seattle Art Museum, 3) vintage purses, 4) a Threadless t-shirt, 5) "The Psychology of Intelligence" by Jean Piaget, 6) a Hello Kitty lamp, and 7) delicious homemade delicacies.
It's nice to know that I finally got through an entire birthday without once wanting to slit my wrists.
(Though, that's probably only because I realize how old I am and know I'll die of a stroke anyday now so I might as well just wait it out.)