Birthday Update

[trickykitty]

Yesterday was kind of blah at work, which actually made for a nice work day. Spending the evening drinking and swimming with friends was a good distraction to a point. I decided to leave a bit earlier than I had originally planned, as I was starting to feel out of sorts, and this was threatening my good mood for the day.

There was another attendee whose 25th birthday is tomorrow, and a tasty strawberry shortcake was brought in for her. I got pushed into sharing the Happy Birthday song with her. Earlier in the evening she was telling me about how she had all sorts of celebration plans for this weekend that kept getting trumped by other things, like her friends' wedding and her office moving, so I felt bad sharing the birthday spotlight last night. I wasn't making a big deal over my own. I felt happy and content just enjoying the well-wishes from others that I was getting throughout the day, including hearing from my two best friends of 15 and 20 years. She, on the other hand, was trying everything in her power to get some good b-day attention, and I don't blame her. I don't remember 25 exactly *cough*toofarback*cough*, but I remember wanting to make a big deal of it. I really hope her weekend turns out swell, and she walks away with some good memories.

Eileen and Mike made a chocolate cake that was cooling off by the time I got home last night. It smelled wonderful, so I'm looking forward to having some of it this evening. Eileen is also dragging Deb and I out for a double-birthday lunch on Saturday at Lava 10 in Grapevine. Lili will also be joining us, so it'll be a nice Girls Afternoon Out.

Mom still wants to do our traditional family birthday restaurant dinner thing, and she was apologizing for not having a gift for me. She paid for 3/4 of my surgery, for crying out loud, so I am by no means expecting a gift. I may force her to accompany me to do some bra shopping, as she's the only person I will subject to my bra rants.

My sister got into a car wreck a few days ago, which totaled the truck she and BD2 had. She's not on any depression medication, and this event has caused her to go into a serious never-ending panic attack mode. So, the baby is going back to mom for a bit while my sister gets her head screwed back on straight. Maybe. Eventually. One of these days.