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Thanks for all the birthday wishes, y'all!

The day itself was kinda meh (aside from a handful of residents singing me "Happy Birthday").  Normally, you at least get a CARD from the team when you work on your birthday.  And Bev's daughter never showed.

I bought a package of Twinkies from the vending machine after lunch.  We have some downtime when the dining room is cleared. so Bev and I split them and sulked.  It broke my heart to see her look at the door every time it clicked open.  :(

(She DID come yesterday, but I'm still miffed.  If I'd known she was going to come a day late, I would have shifted our birthday to Sunday)

I came home to a silly card and a bag from Flyleaf.  Kent got me Jenny Lawson's coloring book, an itty bitty bottle of chardonnay, and a sticker for my still-as-yet-unnamed laptop that reads "I am silently correcting your grammar."

<3 <3 <3.

So I spent the evening with wine (I also bought myself a MUCH larger bottle of moscato on the way home.  No chardonnay in my price point on my birthday?  Double--nay, triple--feh) and catching up on Lucifer.  Hey, if I can't have my spousebeast around on my birthday, I might as well have a handsome devil, right?  ;)

It's funny: I'm watching Lucifer when I'm home by myself at night; he's speeding through True Blood on dvd during the day before he goes to work.

Which means he's running through True Blood A LOT faster.  It looks like this summer is the one where *I* am all work and no play.

It's weird to have the roles reversed.  But I *am* getting more comfortable saying, "Hey, would you mind doing this?"  I'm kind of proud of that.

Actually, it's more like leaving notes in The Notebook (not the Oliver Sparks kind, because....eeew).  Our schedules are such that written communication is best, and we both are big enough Luddites that we refuse to start sending each other email.  (Okay, and we both like having a written hard copy.  Because I don't think either of us have every gotten rid of a journal, poetry notebook, spiral bound collection of handwritten stats, y'all get the picture...)

I really need to start packing for ConCarolinas.   I've started a packing list.  Tomorrow, I try to find my bathing suit.  That might be the most lengthy part of the process.

And now, to bed.  Hope everyone survived Monday!


( 12 comments — Leave a comment )
May. 30th, 2017 09:29 am (UTC)
Sorry the birthday was just meh.

The Notebook. I have never seen it. No.

I survived the day. Being the only person in my parade group was odd.
May. 30th, 2017 11:09 am (UTC)
Happy belated birthday.

Oh, True Blood final season flashbacks. The horror.
May. 30th, 2017 12:54 pm (UTC)
Happu belated birthday! Sorry I missed it in the day itself.
May. 30th, 2017 03:53 pm (UTC)
I'm sorry your birthday wasn't so great. I'm glad the evening was better.
May. 30th, 2017 06:30 pm (UTC)
Happy belated birthday!
May. 30th, 2017 10:05 pm (UTC)
In some work environments, being off for one's birthday would take an act of Congress. That's the way that it was for me at nearly every employer I've ever had. Some actual birthdays are meh for that very reason.
May. 31st, 2017 02:48 am (UTC)
Happy belated birthday! How did I miss that?! Sorry!
May. 31st, 2017 02:49 am (UTC)
Happy belated birthday! How did I miss that?! Sorry!
May. 31st, 2017 03:29 am (UTC)

Sorry your birthday was lackluster. I usually feel that way, too. :/ And happy belated; I think I neglected to say it on the actual day. My apologies.

May. 31st, 2017 10:01 pm (UTC)
That grammar sticker is brilliant.
May. 31st, 2017 10:20 pm (UTC)

Happy belated birthday!

Jun. 2nd, 2017 02:35 am (UTC)
I'm sorry your birthday wasn't magical. But it is super sweet that you celebrated it with your resident. Boo for her family not showing up though.
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