Happy birthday to me!

Guess what? It's my barfday! Yay me! I managed to survive 32 tedious years! For my birthday, I decided to develop a horrible itchy rash, and then to contract the cold or flu or whatever my boyfriend has! So not only do I ITCH all over like crazy, I now ache, and my head hurts, and I have a slight fever! YAY!

But in happier news, Saturday my family and I went to Cheesecake Factory to celebrate the birthdays of myself and my illustrious daddy poo. It was delicious of course. I had a petite fillet mignon, followed by a piece of Godiva chocolate cheesecake. Wonderbar! These are the gifts I have received: Lawrence got me a Nintendo DS Lite, Mom got me New Super Mario Brothers for said DS, Dad got me a kick ass Swiss Army knife, Josh got me season one of Veronica Mars, Joe got me The Doris Day/Rock Hudson collection and Mike Judge Beavis and Butthead collection volume 1 (which will not arrive until tomorrow due to a FUBAR at Amazon), and Ethan got me Lego Star Wars for the Gamecube. Totally sweet haul, man! I'm loving it. Oh, and also, a lady at church gave me a candle that smells like cake. It really does!

Well, Ethan's back, and this heralds the return of mom riding my ass. She's already nagged me repeatedly today despite the fact that it's my birthday AND I'm sickly like. She's even done it by phone! Some fun! What a bitch! YAY! And people wonder why I don't feel adequate as a mother. Gee, maybe because I'm being told what I SHOULD be doing or SHOULDN'T be doing constantly? I was going to take a nap during lunch, but mom has made that quite impossible. So I guess it's back to work with me. *sigh*