Happy Birthday Shaleah!!! You're 32 years old! And as Keith tells me, I don't look a day over 31. To celebrate my birthday, I am hanging out by myself and composing a birthday blog. That may seem sad to those of you who partied until 4:30am on your recent birthday (Valerie), but for me it's kind of par for the course. I cannot remember the last birthday I had where either Keith or I were not on call. Tonight is no exception with Keith still at the hospital at 9pm. Lucky for me, doggies and the Decemberists are excellent company.Actually, I have had some good times today. Always friendly neighbor Amy had me over for birthday lattes, and nice clinic staff rushed out over lunch and bought me a last minute cake. The biggest highlight today, though, was when I went shopping in B.B. and I was actually successful in finding some stuff I need. I went to the library and found a not from the 1970s green home and garden makeover book (yippee!), and I found out that my beloved garden center sells all the supplies I will need to build a patio (Yay!). I also bought mattresses for our new trundle daybed. Those of you who can drive a few blocks to a Home Depot and Target and fill all your domestic desires may not appreciate that, but trust me, it was exciting!
Also, I've gotten lots of stellar gifts. I got a fancy dutch oven, and cute apron to wear while using said oven, and a cookbook. I'm sensing a theme here. The 17 year old Shaleah would be rolling her eyes in disgust if she could see 32 yo Shaleah raking in a bunch of cooking stuff, but 32 yo Shaleah seems to like it. I also got a lovely assortment of coffees and hot chocolate which I have been enjoying all week (thanks mom!).
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Happy Birthday, Shaleah, and many more!
Again the Gautreaux boys have not made me aware of a significant date in history. Grandpa Rinne never got a card. Elliot was forgotten. AND YOU!
The ONE person I would ENJOY gifting cute things to and I was screwed out of my natural born right of girliness to package up cuteness in time for your birthday.
The Gautreaux boys fail girl school. You hear me Mr. Law Review? You get and F! (Shaleah, you pass because you have a Dutch oven. Greatness!)
At least Shirley was smart and got borned up on the same date as my brother so I don't have to rely on the G boys for birthday prompts.
So ... HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Just pretend I made you cupcakes and remember that we love you!
Happy Happy Birthday to YOOOOOUUUUUU!!!
Agreed, G-boys aren't so good with the birthdays. That's why our Christmas calender-gifts have only half as many birthdays documented as should be there. Sad. I have given Keith strict instructions to spoil me this weekend, since he couldn't even break away for 2 minutes to sing happy birthday with the rest of the clinic staff yesterday. Thanks for the cupcakes. They were delicious.
I have a feeling 17 year old Shaleah rolls her eyes in disgust a lot.
During Kat's disgust period with my failure to warn her about the birthday, she drew giant circles around every birthday that was listed on the calendar. My attempts to tell her that they were listed there for her as well was not well received.
That calendar isn't a calendar to me. It's wall art. Generally it doesn't even occur to me that it has month information on it. So I don't look at it to verify what day it is or what Keith decided to have printed on it. I walk by it to go into the kitchen and when I pass by I look at the month's images and feel happy.
DON'T MAKE THIS MY FAULT!!!! (fight! fight!)
Harumpf.
If my mother ever reads this post and Keith's comment, she will be nodding her head fervently in agreement. And don't worry Kat, I am placing full blame on Jeffrey that I did not get to enjoy delicious birthday cupcakes. Also I am still patiently waiting for Keith to spoil me
Happy Birthday from Colorado! We miss you, old lady! :)
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