Party hearty September 30, 2005 ~ 9:42 am
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Cats like Mike’s Hard and Combos. Mulberry’s party - July 4, Woodstock, NY.
Rick told me that I am not allowed to show this picture to Mulberry’s owner, our friend Randy. Actually, Randy might find it funny, but his wife wouldn’t. So I’m showing it to you, Internet. The 4th of July isn’t just for Two-Legs, it’s for all of America’s creatures. And so is my birthday, which should now be declared a national holiday. Get with the program, Congress.
Speaking of Congress, Tom DeLay getting indicted was a good birthday present. Seeing him convicted would put it in my list of Top 5 best birthday presents ever, right up there with my first 10-speed bike. I am hopeful, but knowing how slippery DeLay is this birthday dream will end up in my list of presents I never got. Like having Joe Elliott sing Happy Birthday to me. John Roberts getting the confirmation for Chief Justice was another kick in the pants from Congress. Stoopid Congress.
But on a non-national level, the birthday is turning out pretty well. I bought myself teriyaki marinated pork tenderloin and made that for my pre-birthday dinner last night, along with potatoes O’Brien and garlic green beans. Then I made a Funfetti cake for myself. Rick showed up out of nowhere last night in time to help me ice it and eat some, and brought with him a dozen red roses and awesome knitting presents - a knitting bag and needle case. I took pictures of all of it, don’t worry, they’ll show up at the end of the weekend. I also took a picture of the bite he ate out of my piece of cake when my back was turned. When I realized what had happened, I shot him a dirty look. He gave me an innocent smile like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth and said “What? It’s not like you were gonna eat ALL of it, were you?”. *sigh* Five small steps forward for Rick, one giant leap backward for boyfriend-kind.
And this morning there were a number of cards on my desk at work including one from my boss and her husband with $40 in it. She knows money is tight lately and wanted me to have a good birthday. Sometimes the woman has me at my wit’s end, but overall she’s wonderful.
Now to get some work done so I don’t feel guilty when I leave at three to go yarn shopping. Hey, it’s my birthday. And I’ve got $40 in my pocket.
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