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's mah BIRFday
Aug. 26th, 2009 11:34 amI always say it that way after a long, hilarious story of drunken shenanigans a neighbor at Pennsic told. For her 30th birthday, which took place at Pennsic umpty-cough (some time ago), her campmates had her abducted, wheeled along the road in a cart while neighbors flung wilted produce and shouted about her being a witch, hauled back to camp, and then they burned her Youth in effigy (along with burning her offensively ugly old garb, since the gift was a beautiful new painstakingly-researched and hand-sewn ensemble), in a pyre that featured little strips of magnesium so it really went poof.
Anyway. Parts of the story involved her getting really drunk and slurring, "'s mah BIRFday," at people, which was hilarious, and so I always say it that way.
My birthday has consisted of stepping on my cat (she didn't actually mind, as I didn't really land on her, but she was all curled up next to my bed, so I put my foot out of bed straight onto her-- whoops! At least she didn't get mad), then being whisked off to a decadent brunch at the Original Pancake House. The OPH is the kind of place it's best to go to on a day when you're playing hooky, preferably a rainy Wednesday morning or so. I had crepes and potato pancakes. Z had waffles. We both had about four cups of coffee, which fueled really amusing conversations.
The bill came from the ER. It's eye-popping, but there's a puzzling $380 'discount' for "self-paying". We're wondering what on earth that means. Is it really that expensive to deal with the insurance company? Or is it that they feel bad? I was rejected from their financial aid program because I made a mistake filling out the form. Boo. I'm not thinking about it today, but will take care of all of it tomorrow.
I am going to get up and go cut out fabric to sew... something. Something small, maybe. I haven't decided. But that is what I would like to do, so I am going to do it: I am going to sew something.
Chita is sleeping in the laundry. She loves it when I don't put the clothes away. Which I'm happy to oblige mostly, but I do sort of need to tidy the place up-- I just volunteered to host an enormous party next month, and have no idea when I'll get to hoe out all the Pennsic stuff... yikes.
Also I am actually somewhat chilled at the moment. It's kind of nice not to be sweating and gross, but I'm surprised at how cold it is. Traditionally as a kid I always asked for beef stew for my birthday supper, and it was always silly because it was 90 and humid and there we are trying to eat this heavy hot wintry meal... (Later on I got wiser and always asked for flautas, because my mom makes rockin' awesome flautas, and they are not quite so substantial and overheating to eat.)
In terms of this crafting circle I had been planning, there are like a dozen people interested at this point, so I'm going to find out my schedule and start planning. It just seems like I'm the common thread linking all these people, so I'm going to have to do the planning or it won't happen. So I'm gonna. ... Once I know whether I'll ever have an evening off again.
Anyway. Parts of the story involved her getting really drunk and slurring, "'s mah BIRFday," at people, which was hilarious, and so I always say it that way.
My birthday has consisted of stepping on my cat (she didn't actually mind, as I didn't really land on her, but she was all curled up next to my bed, so I put my foot out of bed straight onto her-- whoops! At least she didn't get mad), then being whisked off to a decadent brunch at the Original Pancake House. The OPH is the kind of place it's best to go to on a day when you're playing hooky, preferably a rainy Wednesday morning or so. I had crepes and potato pancakes. Z had waffles. We both had about four cups of coffee, which fueled really amusing conversations.
The bill came from the ER. It's eye-popping, but there's a puzzling $380 'discount' for "self-paying". We're wondering what on earth that means. Is it really that expensive to deal with the insurance company? Or is it that they feel bad? I was rejected from their financial aid program because I made a mistake filling out the form. Boo. I'm not thinking about it today, but will take care of all of it tomorrow.
I am going to get up and go cut out fabric to sew... something. Something small, maybe. I haven't decided. But that is what I would like to do, so I am going to do it: I am going to sew something.
Chita is sleeping in the laundry. She loves it when I don't put the clothes away. Which I'm happy to oblige mostly, but I do sort of need to tidy the place up-- I just volunteered to host an enormous party next month, and have no idea when I'll get to hoe out all the Pennsic stuff... yikes.
Also I am actually somewhat chilled at the moment. It's kind of nice not to be sweating and gross, but I'm surprised at how cold it is. Traditionally as a kid I always asked for beef stew for my birthday supper, and it was always silly because it was 90 and humid and there we are trying to eat this heavy hot wintry meal... (Later on I got wiser and always asked for flautas, because my mom makes rockin' awesome flautas, and they are not quite so substantial and overheating to eat.)
In terms of this crafting circle I had been planning, there are like a dozen people interested at this point, so I'm going to find out my schedule and start planning. It just seems like I'm the common thread linking all these people, so I'm going to have to do the planning or it won't happen. So I'm gonna. ... Once I know whether I'll ever have an evening off again.
