Happy Birthday to me! (Subtlety, thy name is...)
In honor of my birthday, I decided to get food poisoning last night. I thought that might be really festive, you know, what with all the cramping-violent-sickness-throughout-the-nightness of it all. It was bad rotisserie chicken, ya'll, and may have been the straw that compels my camel to buy its own rotisserie oven.
Then, this morning, just after the husband went to work, the power went out in a spectacular display of sparks. Luckily, it came back on in an hour or so, since we are having a serious cold snap here in the South, but not before I had jumped in the shower after belting J into a much too small baby papasan so he wouldn't wander away and hurt himself. I had to shower, you see, in case we had to leave the house and camp out somewhere else if the outage dragged on, since we couldn't very well stay here in the rapidly cooling house for too long.
We did go to Charlestowne Landing with the Mommy and Me's and the older kids on spring break, where we saw various egrets, a lazy puma, and an even lazier alligator, among other things. J tried to jump off the replica ship into the marsh/ocean, which was more exciting than it needed to be, and he decided that all the items I had brought for lunch weren't nearly as tasty as everyone else's choices, turning himself into a nuisance as he begged for food from the other little girls. All in all, however, it was a nice visit, particularly once it warmed up.
In other, less horrible news, I got the best, most frivolous, most exciting birthday present ever from the husband. After just a few wistful comments on my part, he got me this lovely item:Isn't it beautiful?? In person, it's a darker green than it appears here, more mossy than yellow, which is perfect for our decor. And it's surprisingly comfortable, given its armless nature. I love, love, LOVE it!