Happy (late) birthday to me!
Late because it was yesterday, not late because it was forgotten. I had a great birthday weekend. A long birthday weekend. (Those are the best kind.) Mom and Dad came to visit, and we had delicious dinners out, walked all over DC, hung out at home, stayed up late, drank some wine, and talked and talked and talked. I am thoroughly exhausted, but very happy. And I have LOTS of flowers in the house. John came home from work yesterday (I had the day off and spent it working on homework) with sushi and two bouquets of flowers. He said he was trying to decide between them and then realized he didn’t have to choose. Then, right after he got home and gave them to me, the doorbell rang. More flowers! Mom and Dad sent some from the road. I love it.
Work today tried to undo my wonderful weekend, but it won’t succeed. Work stays at work, and I’m going home. Where I have homework to do. You know what will make me feel better? Indian food for dinner! Because you can’t have too many birthday dinners.