I'm tired but happy
I'm exhausted and I don't think I can go to bed until I take a shower and try to play Tire Swing at least one or two more times -- that's the newest song that is OMG, like, so totally about me!!!
Today was so totally about me, too. It was one of the best birthdays in my history of birthdays. Possibly the best one. I am now the proud owner of a bouquet of flowers, a half-eaten (by me) piece of Fitger's DIVINE oatmeal stout cake, lots of really nice cards, 4, count 'em, 4 new mixx CDs (and this Thursday I have a 5, count 'em, 5 hour drive: 5 hr drive + 4 new mixx CDs = happy Lacey. (One of the mixx CDs actually wasn't for my birthday, but it came right before I left Duluth for my birthday party in St. Paul, so it totally counts.)). I also have three kiwi, a grapefruit, a tub of salsa, a tub of hummus, and some muffins in my possession. This morning Kate asked me if I wanted her to make me "a sandwich" and I got more than I bargained for. At that point, I knew it was going to be a good, good day.
I also got some irreverent religious merchandise, such as cute nun "bless you" Kleenex -- so cute that I'm not sure whether I'm going to be able to put my boogers in them (and how the heck DO you spell boogers?) I have two cuddly kitties, two friends who came up for a visit -- bearing above oatmeal stout cake -- an autographed The Little Mermaid on Broadway flyer, a new package of ginger ale, a happy birthday message on the phone from my sister (which I can't listen to because my cell phone doesn't work in my apartment = lame lame lame.) I have a friend who wrote me an email thanking me for my own birthday party. And I have this awesome new journal to chronicle all the adventures of the new, older, wiser me.
But for now, this older, wiser me must to bed. Stay tuned for further adventures, and heaps of love to those of you implicated in this entry. You know who you are.
Today was so totally about me, too. It was one of the best birthdays in my history of birthdays. Possibly the best one. I am now the proud owner of a bouquet of flowers, a half-eaten (by me) piece of Fitger's DIVINE oatmeal stout cake, lots of really nice cards, 4, count 'em, 4 new mixx CDs (and this Thursday I have a 5, count 'em, 5 hour drive: 5 hr drive + 4 new mixx CDs = happy Lacey. (One of the mixx CDs actually wasn't for my birthday, but it came right before I left Duluth for my birthday party in St. Paul, so it totally counts.)). I also have three kiwi, a grapefruit, a tub of salsa, a tub of hummus, and some muffins in my possession. This morning Kate asked me if I wanted her to make me "a sandwich" and I got more than I bargained for. At that point, I knew it was going to be a good, good day.
I also got some irreverent religious merchandise, such as cute nun "bless you" Kleenex -- so cute that I'm not sure whether I'm going to be able to put my boogers in them (and how the heck DO you spell boogers?) I have two cuddly kitties, two friends who came up for a visit -- bearing above oatmeal stout cake -- an autographed The Little Mermaid on Broadway flyer, a new package of ginger ale, a happy birthday message on the phone from my sister (which I can't listen to because my cell phone doesn't work in my apartment = lame lame lame.) I have a friend who wrote me an email thanking me for my own birthday party. And I have this awesome new journal to chronicle all the adventures of the new, older, wiser me.
But for now, this older, wiser me must to bed. Stay tuned for further adventures, and heaps of love to those of you implicated in this entry. You know who you are.