It was my birthday yesterday.
I'm starting to hate birthdays. Anyway. Alan was out of town for work, didn't think he'd make it back.
So Sis-in-law and I went out for supper, then I went and got my hair cut. They chopped off over a foot (which I'm sending to Locks of Love) and my hair is still about an inch below my shoulders. It was very, very long. I can't believe how much lighter it feels now. Not to mention so much easier to take care of.
So I get to the hair place, and get to the station where the woman is going to cut my hair, and she hands me a card and an IPod Mini. Happy birthday to me!
Turns out Alan managed to get home from Boston, knew I was getting my hair cut, and went shopping. He stopped at the hair place, dropped off the stuff as a surprise. He's such a good Dobby.
I got a package last week from
deense (sorry, dear, for not posting earlier!). An early birfday present! She sent me my very own Tasmanian Devil, and some stickers, a couple of Tim Tams... a fish keychain and a fish eraser... AND!! The newest Anita Blake book. Which I finished almost immediately. Whole lot of Nathaniel love in that book. *happy sigh*
Mom Patty and Aunt Linda left me happy birthday IMs, which was very nice. I didn't have a chance to talk to them, they were offline when I got to the computer.
Other than this, my life has been incredibly boring for ... weeks. Except for allergies/sinus crap, everything is pretty good, though.
...Where are all the male strippers? I think I want to go to a strip club. /random