I have to kind of hurry today, as I have freelance work to do (yay!), but there are many photographs to show you, and downloading or uploading or totin' the weary load takes time, and if a picture paints a thousand words then why do I have to add a thousand more?
In case you did not get my announcement via Internet, skywriting, leaflets dropped from a helicopter and the tattoo I put on your mother, yesterday was my birthday. I am an only grandchild and only niece on one side of my family, and as a result get gifts up my butt from that side of the family. I mean, when my grandmother was alive, her gifts combined with gifts from my Aunt Mary would take me an hour and a half to open.
I don't think this has ruined me in any way. I mean, I am ruined for all other reasons, but the showering with gifts wasn't that bad for me. I don't think.
Aunt Mary's package, so to speak, did not arrive till late afternoon. Tallulah dragged it in. Anyway, please note it was not her fault--she mailed them nine days ago. Also, please enjoy my flowers from my friend Dottie. I know! My birthday. A day for the fuss.
No, we not.
I opened these first and really she could have gotten away with just sending me this and that would have sufficed. I loved these when I first saw them, and THEN I saw her note that this mirror and brush belonged to my great-grandmother, the one whose taste I always share, and the one who wore the same perfume I do, which I didn't know till Aunt Mary said, "Why do you have that perfume?"
Sometimes Aunt Mary throws little things in--like when you get a bag from her, you always have to check the pockets, as she will add another gift there. This moon face I want to use for my next blog design, if I can ever afford to redesign. Anyway, inside?
Bookmarks that help you remember who you loaned books to! Which reminds me, Dick Whitman's mom? Will you tell DW that he has had my Charlotte's Web for a year now? He only reads when I blog about him but I know you read every day. Ima see him tonight so if you could alert him that would be lovely.
Yesterday was also DW's mom's birthday. I had her phone number to call her, and I swear to you EVERY FIVE MINUTES my phone rang and I could never call her.
I don't know if I've told you that Lily is hopelessly in love with ...friend. He does this rough petting thing that I thought would appal her, and in fact old likes-it-rough Lily cannot get enough. Fifty Shades of Gray Cat, is what they've got going.
The photos on my desktop are really not that seeable when I upload them. Eds tounging his disgusting bone is not really part of this series. To ignore, please. By the way, I was lucky enough to wake up with that bone right next to my pillow today. Just like a chocolate when you stay at the Ritz.
We went to dinner at a Thai place, which was ludicrously good, and then when we came back ...friend gave me a gift certificate to a spa, and he got me one of the spa packages, which I have ALWAYS wanted someone to do. You know how you're looking at the brochure, deciding what to get, and over on the side it's all, The Pregnancy Package! The Wedding Package! The You're 47 and Hopelessly Vain Package! Always. I have always wished someone would say, Gee, June would like this.
Now someone has.
So it was a good birthday. And it's not over yet! Today I get together to celebrate with the Dick and his Whitman. On Saturday my friend Jo is having a party for my bday. Who am I, Queen Elizabeth?
We'll talk at you later.