Fortunately, I had already taken the day off, so I didn’t have to venture out into this mess:
So far, I have celebrated by sleeping in & trying to convince the architect that our snowpocalypse last night meant he couldn’t go into work today.
Unfortunately he looked outside & decided that he probably should go to work & get paid (so he can buy me presents & other pretty things).
I am now up to the special birthday cup of coffee, then will do the “homework of annoyingness” and later will have the symbolic “lunch with good friend(s)” and then later, the “run of snow and quiet” and later the “dinner and drinks with one’s significant other.”
I love my birthday.
Happy Birthday!
Happy Birthday! I hope you had a great, relaxing snow day.
Happy birthday! I hope it was fabulous.
The Architect is very responsible. I went into work late in honor of your birthday. Honestly, though, I should’ve just taken the day off.
Happy (late) birthday! In honor of your birthday, and of mine, I purchased myself a pair of new Fluevogs. Wheeeeee!