Happy birthday, The Texan!

It's a milestone birthday for The Texan today, one he's been looking forward to with equal parts dread and excitement (one of his friends came over today and swore to me that his birthday was tomorrow. Um, no). Happy birthday! Hope that you have a wonderful day. And that I don't regret buying you "Hellboy 2."

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Today is the taking it easy day - The Texan is off at the bestest spa ever (The Watermark, if you're ever in SA and looking for a fantabulous experience) and tonight we're going out for seafood. Well, one of us will be eating a terrestrial animal, but you get the picture.

Saturday, on the other hand, I'm throwing him a small party at a restaurant where one of our favorite bartenders works (the one we've followed from bar to bar. Let's hope he sees it as simply being loyal customers). I've spent some time getting stuff ready for it - decorations, invites, etc.

And as part of the party prep on Saturday, I ran into another car.

Another car that was parked all by its lonesome in the parking lot of the bakery where I wanted to order his cake. Another parked, SHINY RED CAR which couldn't have been easier to see.

See, I'd gone to order The Texan's cake, but the shop was closed (at 3:30 on a Saturday. Strange, right?). So I was thinking about whether I should call the shop owner or if it would be better to come back on Monday, and if so, what would be the time the bakery would most likely be open. As I was ruminating, I realized that I'd hit - no, too violent, I'd pressed up against another car. Now, pressing up from behind may be sexy on the dance floor, but it really should be avoided in parking lots.

I jumped out, first looking to see if there were any witnesses. None. So I darted over to the other car, where I saw to my relief that it was barely damaged. Most of the harm was done to our car, which is white. Or should I say, was white, as the back bumper now is a lovely swirl of pink, red, and white.

However, there were a few really small scratches on the other car's bumper. I debated it, but after talking to The Texan, decided it was really better to leave a note with my contact information. Which I did. Eventually. Hooray, I passed a real-life ethics exam.

Turns out the owner of the car is the daughter of the woman who owns the bakery. The first question I asked her when I heard that was, "What hours is your mom's bakery open?" She's getting it fixed, and I'll be paying for it. So stupid. So avoidable.

Getting a little squirrelly

Recently, I've been sticking pretty close to home. This is partially because we're trying to cut back on expenses - I hear tell of mythical creatures who have a "budget" and thought I'd give it a whirl - and it's partially because I have a major work project due at the end of the month which requires a lot of focus (emotional energy even if I'm not actually working on it at the time). It's...starting to get to me.

Today I found myself randomly popping and locking as I walked around the house. The only witness was the cat, and he didn't seem to mind my flailing about too much. I think I need to start making more of an effort to go outside, even if it's just for five minutes here and there.

On the other hand, Scramble is now my bitch. (Which may also explain why I haven't finished the work project as of yet.)

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My new glasses arrived late last week. I am still trying to ascertain how I feel about them. I've worn the hipster brown cat eye frames for the past decade, so this is a giant leap for me: brown frames that are rectangular cat eyes. I'll give you a minute to pick yourself up from the floor. Still, it's enough of a difference that I'm still noticing them. However, I can see a lot better now, which technically is the point of wearing glasses, so I shouldn't bitch too much.

Who'd have thunk

If you'd put a gun to my head and forced me to guess, I would never have said that the "L" on my keyboard would have been the first letter to be worn off. Although, come to think of it, I grew up watching "Wheel of Fortune"* and L is one of the five letters that they supply you with during the final round.

*Hey, before you judge, I'll have you know I much preferred "Jeopardy," another staple of my childhood. Even to this day, whenever the Ladyship family gathers for dinner, conversation stops when Alex Trebek saunters on-screen wearing one of his lovely suits.

It just kept getting better

A brand-new wedge of St. Andre cheese + a showing of "My Date with the President's Daughter" (ooh, topical!) on the Disney channel = a good evening.

A brand-new bottle of champagne and Barack Obama becoming the next president of the United States = a great evening.