Happy Birthday, D!

Today is D’s birthday. I took her to lunch at our favorite Mexican restaurant. My boss gave her a bunny figurine meant to hang off bookshelves. She also hugged D. Yuck. So after we finished getting all the nasty germs off D’s arms…

Anyway! Happy Birthday to D!
Happy Birthday to D!
Happy Birthday Dear Deeeeeee!
Happy Birthday to D!

Not a lot new with me. Have gone on mini online shopping spree. Bought throw for the boy for Xmas, another sham (so will have matching set) from the dreaded Pottery Barn (so, Erin, there is a new PB catalog? Oh, nooooooooo!!), gizmo for cleaning dryer fuzz from Brookstone (such a worthless store, so why no coupon codes? HMM?), Cheaters (the TV Show) hat for Gene for Xmas, and two items for two blog readers. I think it’s usually better when I labor under the delusion that I am not supposed to shop online. Cheaper, too.

Finished re-reading both Bridget Jones books. So much better than either of the movies. And then I went crazy putting books on my library reading list. Tomorrow I’m picking up 7 (SEVEN) items from the library. I have, what? 21 days to read them (or renew), which gives me 3 days per book. I may have to call in crazy to work.

Oh, PT went well. Going again Friday AM and then Tuesday/Friday AM for a few weeks. I am so terrible about doing the exercises. After PT, drove to yuppie mall across the street from the house and parked in remote part of parking lot and read. I told D today that it was a present to myself. The reading lasted about maybe a half hour and then I got hungry.

The PowerBall has grown to $340 million. At work, we conned one of the girls who was going down to one of our locations in a PowerBall state to buy us tickets. I could only come up with $3. If I were to win the big money, I’d pay someone to live an interesting life so my blog would be more fun. And I would quit my job so quickly, heads would spin, heads would roll and the dust would choke everyone else.