I love birthdays. I love my birthday and other people's birthdays and just...birthday, birthday, birthday *bounce, bounce, bounce* I know lots of people stop caring about (or having any desire to count) birthdays after 21, but that will never be me.
So my day today... Woke up and opened my cards from my folks and my present from eeyorekdm
(Thank you!!). Off to work.
Work was fairly good in it's own right, no pre-big-event panic and the boss is leaving town tomorrow so there was the promise of respite. Received two dozen mixed color roses from my grad school buddies (which I learned later - after sending a thank you to all - was actually mostly from one friend, so I sent him a snail mail thank you as well). Had cake from my coworkers that was really yummy. Received lots of online birthday wishes throughout the day.
Then home, where the Roommates made dinner, but first had totally decorated the apartment with streamers and balloons and such. Got a gift certificate to the beading store (crafts!) and two books (books!) from Girl Roommate and Visiting Roomate respectively (the decorations were Boy Roommates present). Had yummy tacos and the world's laregest birthday cake, baked by Boy Roommate.
My parents present was a gift certificate to a day spa, which I am totally calling tomorrow for an appointment. I get a facial, manicure, pedicure, haircut and make-up over a 4.5 to 5 hour period...mmmmmmm pampering.
The rest of my evening was phonecalls (and sadly, missed phone calls - Sorry eeyorekdm
So that's my birthday. Well that and a dinner out with as many people as I can manage on Sunday. Thanks for all the birthday wishes!