So, I toot my own horn or whatever. Who cares? It's my birthday and my blog, so happy birthday, me. Today was the great divide between 24 and 25, between the first quarter-century and the the second of my life. Where is time going? I feel like I was just 19 a few weeks ago, and now I'm starting my 26th year! Time flies no matter what, I guess.
Because my mom's birthday is two days before mine, we had a celebratory co-birthday dinner last night compliments of my dad, who made the roast beef and picked out the desserts at La Madeleine's. It was a lot of fun and they got me a jig-saw puzzle. I've really been wanting one lately because I did one over there at their house and they're so addicting. Puzzle drug. And, a birthday check.
At work I share a birthday with not one but two others, including my boss. Very unlikely in a staff of 15 or so, but it happened; we spent the whole day today wishing one another a happy birthday. "Happy Birthday Vickie!" "Why, you too, Mara!" et c. They sang and brought a cookie-cake, and I was quite touched.
When I came home it was to discover that D had only pretended to go to work this morning; he waited until I'd gone and doubled back to the house in order to spend the day (his day off) buying presents, bringing the desk upstairs, cleaning up, and making lasagne (!) and birthday-cake (!!!) for me. I had no idea he had it in him to be so sneaky! Birthday subterfuge....even putting on the uniform and all. He's never made either thing before, and they weren't half bad! Count me impressed... and happy with my spring-form cake pans, two Lego-sets, and....something else, that doesn't belong in the blog. A different kind of toy, let's say.
I think it's going to be a great year.
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Happy birthday, Mara. I've got something for you up at work. And you'll be immortalized in my blog, too.
Hope you enjoy your ... ahem ... toy(s).
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