Okay, yet another quiz result, this one thanks to Anne (with an e)
I must stop. I admit that I have a problem. I am willing to get help. I am going to be 25 tomorrow, and I can't go into my second quarter century hopped up on quizzes. (I'm not giving up the yarn addiction, so something has to go) So no more. Really. And if I do take them, I certainly won't tell everyone about it. It'll be my dirty little secret.
Yes, tomorrow is my birthday. I haven't really been excited about birthdays for a while now. Not that I'm afraid of getting older; I'm still a kid at heart, and I always will be. Red Hat Ladies, here I come! It just hasn't been a big deal for me. And when people try to make it a deal, I get uncomfortable and awkward. So I just stay quiet, and try to let it pass me by quietly.
Maybe it's because I'm on my own this year, and there aren't many people to get gung ho over it, but this birthday I am kind of looking forward to! For one thing, it means mail and packages, and that is always, always, always a good thing. It's not the same somehow if someone just hands it to you. The little thrill that comes with a package, that someone far away is remembering you, is one of life's best pleasures.
I am a bright shiny quarter now, as well. That's kind of exciting. I think there should be a quiz: which state commemorative quarter are you? Come on, I don't have to quit until tomorrow.
I actually have 2 days off in a row! Unbelievable. What's even more unbelievable is the fact that I am not taking advantage of it. I was thinking about driving down to Orlando to go to Skull Kingdom (at $12.50 definitely a birthday treat) and Kissimmeemeee or however you spell it, for Grimms Haunted House. Both on my list, both a bit further than one day travel allows.
I'be got a cold (that was actually a typo, but I think I'll leave it in). And I hate driving with a cold, so here I shall stay, tucked up all cozy in my truck while the rain pours down. And in. I've discovered a new leak, right above my shoe area. Two mornings in a row there was a puddle in my right shoe when I groggily shoved my feet in. Grrr.
Okay, maybe I will get a motel room. Some fabulous friends sent me the dough for a room on my birthday, and although I was going to hold out, it's looking good. Maybe tomorrow night, I still feel tough today.
Our sexy chef gave his notice yesterday. Oh well, he's married anyway. I'll miss the eye candy, though, and he did always get great songs stuck in my head, like "All by myself" and... maybe I won't miss him so much.
Back to my cruising; I've spent the last hour and a half catching up on blogs. This is a really addictive and time consuming habit, this blog thing. Oh, the days when all I had to do was check my e-mail... and I didn't even do that.