SUN. FEBRUARY 5
So it was really a pretty blah b'day.
Not that blah is bad. I've had years where my b'day mattered very much to me indeed, and I felt horrible when no one really noticed. This year, it sort of didn't seem to matter all that much. Still, I have to say, if it wasn't for Sabrina (to whom it mattered quite a bit), I could have had a really depressing time anyway.
I slept in late, which was great after Vegas. Sabrina insisted insisted on making me breakfast in bed, so I had what was really not my choice at all for a good breakfast: a scrambled egg w/ cheese, 3 brown and serve sausages, and a slice of rye toast. Not what I would have chosen at all, but you have to appreciate the sweetness involved.
After church we went out to lunch. We asked some friends to join us, but the wife had to do just one shot for a video the drama dept. was putting together. She said she'd be right behind us, but as it turned out, the one shot took hours, evidently. So we had lunch w/ the dad and the daughters instead. We went to El Torito, where I must have eaten a whole basket of chips all on my own. I had a beef soft taco, a chicken soft taco, some rice, and a little sweet corn cake. Oh, and I also had a prickly pear margarita. An interesting experiment, but not one I'd order again.
We went back to church to pick up Cory from his weekend at jr. high winter camp. He was in a foul mood. I have no idea why, or what might have happened at camp. We went home to watch the Superbowl, which had fairly boring commercials, I have to say. At halftime, Sabrina brought out a cake for me -- but it was a Superbowl cake which didn't even say Happy B'day on it -- an odd choice. And though everyone knows I like ice cream cakes, it was a white cake w/ white icing -- which I don't like at all. I had one piece of cake and doubt I'll have any more.
We didn't make any Superbowl snacks -- well, Cory had some popcorn, but I was still full from all those chips. And I skipped dinner. So that was that.
Today I should be home writing all day, home tonight. I think I'll make my chicken and mandarin orange thing for dinner.... Back to the grind. (Okay, okay, it's not nearly as much of a grind as most people have. I realize that.)
Not that blah is bad. I've had years where my b'day mattered very much to me indeed, and I felt horrible when no one really noticed. This year, it sort of didn't seem to matter all that much. Still, I have to say, if it wasn't for Sabrina (to whom it mattered quite a bit), I could have had a really depressing time anyway.
I slept in late, which was great after Vegas. Sabrina insisted insisted on making me breakfast in bed, so I had what was really not my choice at all for a good breakfast: a scrambled egg w/ cheese, 3 brown and serve sausages, and a slice of rye toast. Not what I would have chosen at all, but you have to appreciate the sweetness involved.
After church we went out to lunch. We asked some friends to join us, but the wife had to do just one shot for a video the drama dept. was putting together. She said she'd be right behind us, but as it turned out, the one shot took hours, evidently. So we had lunch w/ the dad and the daughters instead. We went to El Torito, where I must have eaten a whole basket of chips all on my own. I had a beef soft taco, a chicken soft taco, some rice, and a little sweet corn cake. Oh, and I also had a prickly pear margarita. An interesting experiment, but not one I'd order again.
We went back to church to pick up Cory from his weekend at jr. high winter camp. He was in a foul mood. I have no idea why, or what might have happened at camp. We went home to watch the Superbowl, which had fairly boring commercials, I have to say. At halftime, Sabrina brought out a cake for me -- but it was a Superbowl cake which didn't even say Happy B'day on it -- an odd choice. And though everyone knows I like ice cream cakes, it was a white cake w/ white icing -- which I don't like at all. I had one piece of cake and doubt I'll have any more.
We didn't make any Superbowl snacks -- well, Cory had some popcorn, but I was still full from all those chips. And I skipped dinner. So that was that.
Today I should be home writing all day, home tonight. I think I'll make my chicken and mandarin orange thing for dinner.... Back to the grind. (Okay, okay, it's not nearly as much of a grind as most people have. I realize that.)
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