Nov 23, 2004 20:55
Both of my grandparents called and wished me a happy birthday. By singing "Happy Birthday" into the answering machine.
The mystery box? Contained a shredder. Which I already had. But this one also has a pencil sharpener and a letter opener, so it's dee-lux.
We went to Bakers Square for dinner. I don't know why, but I just felt like the Square.
I was in a good mood all of yesterday. Mom was shocked. I'd mentioned I hadn't slept well, so she said something like, I don't think you should sleep ever again! No, it's called happy day, I wanted to be happy, I dressed all cute, and I felt pretty good, if exhausted.
Yes. Today I was back to normal.
And I still slept horribly.
mom,
family,
shredder,
papa,
bakers square,
birthday,
grandma,
mattress