Yesterday was my birFday. Happy Birthday to me! Actually, there was nothing particularly exciting about it. (By most people’s standards of birthday celebrations, anyway.) But I thought it was great. Spent it with, yes, you guessed it, the one and only – Stacinator. Since we went out to dinner Monday night (sorta by accident, thinking we were going for a wing special, only to discover it doesn’t start until AFTER our bedtime… jeez, the bar life is rough.) So we (or, Stacy) paid lots of money so we could stuff our bellies with mediocre wings and…. Dairy Queen blizzards! Anyway, my birthday was spent in the quiet nook of Bellefonte, in Stacy’s (our?) house. He cooked me dinner, which I helped preparing, and he gave me presents. Equipment for our bike riding adventures. Very happy. While I showered he made me brownies, at which point we ate the brownies, kissed each other politely on the cheeks, and went to bed. (G-rated version)
In other news…. my hair is growing very quickly. I’m glad now that I didn’t spend $100 on a straightener, because I doubt I’ll use my $25 one much more with my hair now behaving itself. Funny how my hair decided to hate me after I hacked off 12 of its inches. You’d think it would have been grateful.
Serious face rubbing action going on this morning. Work looms and my bed is teasing me with that soft duvet with those sexy down feathers. Damn you, bed!
Oh, when you get bored, check out my brother’s band… hopefully they’ll be getting some gigs in State College pretty soon.