I took H out to dinner for his birthday and had the staff do the clap-and-sing thing, with a cake and sparklers. And a minute into it I knew I'd made a dreadful, regretable mistake. He sat still till they'd finished, but when they went away he got up and left. He wasn't embarrassed, he was angry. He'd told me he hated that sort of thing, but I thought he was either kidding, or would appreciate it in the moment. I don't know why he feels this way--he's not interested in exploring it. But I Never made that mistake again. Family only, singing only ironically, only funny cards, and practical presents. "A new crescent wrench! Neat!"

Oh, I despise the sing and clap thing. If I have to tell staff it's my birthday to use a discount, I tell them there will be no tip if they sing. I had a group come up anyway and I warned them about the tip, they said "Oh, no, we want to sing for you!" There was no tip, I made sure to tell the waiter that and mentioned it to the manager on the way out. If singing and clapping are the price of a discounted birthday, I'll happily go elsewhere.

Timelies all!

The little guy was well enough to go back to daycare, so I could go to work today.

Usually birthdays around here are celebrated by going out to dinner. There's usually a housefilk/party associated with it, though not always on the actual day.

Wednesday after Tim and his brothers and SiLs and I had the meeting with the family attorney, we went to eat at a grilled-cheese place (which? AWESOME). And at one point, one of the brothers went up to the counter and got the kids' coloring thing (a "superhero" template that's a [hopefully unintentionally] vaguely creepy looking human in a unitard that kids can color [the finished products were on the walls and one kid made a great Deadpool]) and handed it to me, and then he started singing the lowest-volume "Happy Birthday" you can imagine, joined immediately by the other brothers and SiLs, all at super low volume, which tickled me to death, because I *loathe* being sung "Happy Birthday" to, on a galactic scale.

And I mentioned it later to Tim: "That was SUPER nice of your brothers to dial down the volume on the 'Happy Birthday' at the restaurant. I might have died otherwise." He said, "Yeah, they kind of hate it, too, but didn't want you to feel neglected."

Congrats, lisah!

Fingers crossed, Dana! Also, maybe you could get a fancy hair product spray like that sample you got from Birchbox?

I have been working from home today. As usual, I barely remembered to eat and I've been hunched over my laptop at the kitchen table unfucking things all day. Have barely moved. Managed to get a load of laundry done and put away, at least.

I need to close my laptop and go for a walk soon.

Also, maybe you could get a fancy hair product spray like that sample you got from Birchbox?

Hee. First thing I checked, and they don't carry that one. I also asked the Sephora people, and they were slightly stymied by the fact that I don't blow dry my hair.

I think I will get some travel-size stuff, along with whatever else.

Everyone that knows me knows that I don't do the clap and sing at restaurants. I would leave. I don't even do Happy Birthday singing at home and haven't since my grandmother passed away on my 16th birthday. I love every other sort of fuss made over me on my birthday but not that.

Thankfully my folks, my best friend, and I are all of one mind regarding the clap and sing thing. Embarrassment should be the result of funny insulting cards or gag gifts and quietly savored, not shouted to the heavens.

I am very anti-embarrassment.

Also: hello, Pride, the annual weekend when all of my clothes get pulled out and placed on my bed and tried on and none of them manage to be QUITE what I want. Ugh.

So I'm looking at my tumblr and wondering where there are sooo many cat pictures (I follow derpycats but that's not that heavy volume) and I realize that Casper has been looking at my tumblr and has added all these cat feeds.