So true! What a joy it is to read of your joy billytea.

And thanks for the many, many chuckles and aha!s you have provided over the years.

Continued blessings on your house and some anti-ick ~ma to boot.

I don't think I could say it better than bonny did. We love to see you so happy, billytea.

I really need to go into work today, but there's a cookout I really want to go to that starts in an hour. And of course, if I had been more focused at work, I probably wouldn't need to go in. Oh well.

Billytea rocks mightily.

(It was my birthday. The fail was thinking I would enjoy the attention of a mariachi band and an entire restaurant.)

Pete would kill me. And then possibly explode of embarrassment. Unlike my Dad, who has been known to wave mariachi bands over to the table so he can sing along with them. No birthday required.

When I called the nurse on Friday to request a refill of my anxiety meds, on top of being rude to me, said that she would call me back if she was able to get me the prescription. She never did, and I was having a good time, so I let it go. Today, I decided to call the pharmacy just to check, and she did call it in but never called me to tell me about it. Idiot.

is it bad to think "I wonder what Pete would like with explodey head from embarrassment"? Part of me would like to see that, and yet, the fear of the consequences keeps me from going there. Plus, that would mean I would need to hear the mariachi band as well.

bt - sorry to hear about the ick. But lovely to hear the great update.

is it bad to think "I wonder what Pete would like with explodey head from embarrassment"? Part of me would like to see that, and yet, the fear of the consequences keeps me from going there.

Angry. It would be very, very angry. Pete does not like surprise parties either. He very seriously explained this to me, which is why I NEVER EVER plan them for him.

Me, I love surprises. Once, when I was out with co-workers at Claim Jumper, one of the managers decided our table needed free cake, so told the server that it was my birthday. (It wasn't.) The waitstaff brought over a piece of cake that was longer than my arm, and sang a birthday-type song to the tune of the Addams Family.

I may be more thankful that none of my waitressing gigs occurred in places which would have required me to learn insane-o non-"Happy Birthday" songs than I am thankful to share bt's joy. But not by much. And? It's a totally different kind of gratitude.

Still, I think that a birthday song to the tune of the Addams Family theme song would possibly be the Jilli-est b-day song.

I am not a fan of birthday singing in restaurants. My mother loves it though. and she can't sing worth a damn.

Every time I go to a family-type restaurant, somebody gets a birthday song. I don't know if there are just a lot of birthdays celebrated in Applebee's-type places, or if I'm cursed. My friends/family know better than to do that to me; I don't like being the focus of attention like that.