i’m sitting here at work, drinking coffee out of my albino giraffe mug, breathing in the paint fumes, realizing i haven’t had breakfast and i’ll probably get hungry soon, and contemplating whether or not my bladder is full enough to warrant the long walk down the hall to empty it.
when i arrived, there was an envelope sitting on my keyboard. as it had my name written on it, i opened it. inside was the most beautiful birthday card from my dad. it was so heartfelt and mushy that i started to get teary standing there reading it. when i found him shortly thereafter, i hugged him and told him he wasn’t supposed to make me cry first thing in the morning. he’s getting soft in his old age. i don’t mind one bit.
marie is taking me out for lunch today. hopefully early; i’m going to be starved. dad’s taking me out for dinner tonight. i’m going for lunch with debbie tomorrow. getting older = free food.
by the way, scott said my glasses were “*mighty* swank”. yeah, baby. swank. i like that.
yes, the glasses are swank… swank is what they are!
happy birthday. i really enjoyed readin ur site. free food is alwayz taste good. :) hehe.. have a good one.
y’know yur getting older when theres never any money in your birthday cards…
actually, i was worried about that until i got to my dad’s house last night and he’d actually bought me a present.
he hasn’t bought me a present in… i don’t know how long. i’d rather he spent time shopping for me than just wrote me a cheque anyday.
i’m for the money…call me materialistic.