So, what the hell, let's wrap it up anyway and get on with business, which this week, involves my birthday.
SO FAR THIS WEEK:
1. I celebrated my first Family Day in Canada, which by the way is my very first Family Day (official like) ever. In the US this day is called Presidents Day, and back when I was young and dinosaurs roamed the galaxy, it was actually called George Washington's Birthday, but as with all things annoying and politically correct, we cannot celebrate just one president's birthday, even though he was the very first president. Oh no. We must give them all equal time, even though most Americans cannot even name all the presidents never mind list them in order. Ahem. And ok, yes, I am one of those people, but don't blame me because I am sure there is someone else to blame.
2. Had my peep looked at by my very first official Canadian doctor, and to his credit, he did not make fun of it or suggest that it wear an eye patch and perhaps walk the plank. (this is an inside joke that will only be funny to those who read my original blog which once again illustrates the advantages to being an Official Follower (kisses thrown.) I also did not get lost on the way there or back and I even took a little detour because I had more time to spare with my ZipCar. Progress - slow and yet exists. Baby steps. Baby steps.
3. I found even more reasons to hate Facebook and if not for the blog material (snorey as it may be) I would have pulled the plug on that huge waste of time a LONG time ago. (except for you, Susan (kisses blown) and of course you Dave, but then you usually post your FB status while sitting next to me, so you know, I kind of already know what you're doing, as well as what you're wearing. (wink, wink, kisses thrown.)
Oh. Also, Dave did another embarrassing thing via email, this time involving the automatically generated email copy of my blog entry, and the REPLY button and a thread involving conversations between Dave and I about invoicing and as fate and luck would have it, the whole thing (yes, including the usual way we end all our emails - some disgustingly stupid sappy pet name - and the blog entry) was sent along to the client with said invoice.
So, Hello Dave's Client-Now My Reader!!! (kisses thrown from "Pooky") Dave apparently has been totally healed from his tendency to embarrass thanks to my therapy which includes but is not limited to telling everyone you know, and even some people you don't, the whole embarrassing story, embellishing slightly with each recount until it is now part of your history and therefore sacred and something to be proud of, not embarrassed of. (self-help book release date: Spring 2011 - working title Goof, Fuck! Laugh.)
4. Yesterday my condo was without water because of plumbing repairs in the building which of course you are as tired of hearing about as I am tired of experiencing, and I have no idea why having no water stopped me from blogging, but it did. Oh, perhaps it was the fact that the elevators didn't work and the fire alarm went off and a huge flood happened that didn't (thank The Great Spirit) effect my condo but did flood the lobby. Fast Times in Condo High!!! so anyway, no blog entry per say, but these incidents did in fact, make the update so it's as if I did blog except not when I was supposed to so you'll just have to get over it. Grow up.
Well, folks, my birthday is Sunday and I'm going to be 52. That's FIFTY TWO people. And look at me - as immature as ever. So, let me continue to be an example of how to live life without really growing up.
Dave is making my birthday dinner, which is, per my request, Duck Breast with a sauce, usually cherry but I think I may like something orangey this time because this is my Day and I am Princess Stupid Head (see picture above.) I hinted that a trip over the border might be necessary because of the horror which is There is No Hagen Daas Rum Raisin Ice Cream in Canada. (passing smelling salts.)
But I guess that's a little over the top order, even for Princess Stupid Head, so I will settle for the really really good vanilla (NOT FRENCH VANILLA! ) with the little flecks of vanilla bean in it. Oh and it should sit on top of a brownie because, according to Princess Stupid Head Rules, a brownie is merely a pillow on which ice cream rests it's weary head.
And that's the news that is news!!