First: to the person in the UK who found my website by Googling “spots on tonsils And nausea And swollen lymph nodes” omigod I am SOOOOOOO sorry. Seriously. That sucks. If you’re still running a fever, get thee to a doctor.
So as some of you are aware, my birthday was a week ago-ish. Thanks to everyone who texted me, left voice mails, posted comments on my MySpace, sent e-cards and left comments on here. Y’all rock!!
On my actual birthday, I worked both jobs (FYI, “You should totally buy this because it’s my birthday,” isn’t a very successful sales technique). I just wanted to lay low and I don’t think The Boyfriend understood his full responsibilities re: my birthday. Did he get me what I asked for? Yes! That’s awesome. But we had a communication breakdown in that I neglected to inform him that it was his job to spoil me out of my ever-lovin’ mind and for some strange reason he didn’t “just know” that. (Men!)
The next day was much better, starting with brunch at La Strada (pepper-crusted seared tuna over a bed of mixed greens with sesame dressing) arranged by my great aunt. There were 8 of us which means . . . presents!!!!! My aunt does beadwork and made me a matching necklace and earrings (light blue!), my aunt/uncle gave me some white chocolate Irish Cream liqueor (sp?) with matching glasses and my cousin and his fiancée gave me a UFO-shaped crystal tealight candle holder. I don’t think it’s *meant* to look like a UFO, but that’s what it reminds me of and that’s what I call it. My UFO. I need some scented candles for my UFO.
After brunch, we went to the Galleria where I had tons of birthday coupons to use. We stopped at the Cheesecake Factory and The Boyfriend bought us martinis (mine? Key Lime: mixed fresh lime juice, vodka and whipped cream with a sugared rim).
So the 12th was a better birthday than my actual birthday. And this week Caroline did a dumb thing and sent me a coupon to a store I didn’t need anything from. I did a dumber thing and actually went. Here’s what I bought myself for my birthday:
That little sun image means it’s a “Warm Weather” item. Kinda smart. I can look at all the winter catalogs of people in wool sweaters, fuzzy boots and scarves, but if it’s flip flop weather outside it does me no good. (It’s not actually, tonight’s low is 42, for crying out loud.) Anyway, the jacket is water-resistant and I’ve been wanting a raincoat. AND it has a quilted zip-out lining!
Plus, it’s sexy as hell with my black boots.
Right now I’m going to re-sew the belt loops because apparently all the size 2 women out there have longer legs even than I.
–On second thought, I think I’ll have it tailored. I’ll probably screw it up.–
