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My birthday was good. Yay.
Ugh. So tired. Have worked 27 hours in the past two days with two more to go. Working the week of Christmas blows, not only because we are short-handed and ridiculously busy, but our new hardware refuses to work right so guess who gets to stay and wait for the programmers? I'll give you a hint - it's not my boss. Add to this grocery shopping (violent urge meter: murder), preparing for annual family-filled Christmas party at my parent's house (violent urge meter: maim), and various other undone errands (violent urge meter: mischief/mayhem) and you have one grouchy chica.
I hate to say it, but I am so ready for Christmas to be over!
Okay, that was the crap. Here is the good stuff:
- birthday/anniversary party at my parent's house was good. I got money, a gift card (Old Navy!), and a purse I had picked out from Fossil. JP got me Pride & Prejudice on blu-ray, which rocks ass! All in all, a good day.
- the next day I headed up to Austin to hang with Nay-nay. Her and Danny took me to County Line on the Lake for lots of barbeque and a beautiful view. Later, we went shopping and then to her brother's house where her sister-in-law had made me a cake. Aw! That night, we went to Applebees to watch the Dallas game and break the law (we smuggled a few airline liquor bottles in to make mixed drinks, ghetto-style). Afterwards, we retired to her house, I drank a whole bottle of Rosa Regale, and was mildly sick the next morning. Lovely, lovely weekend.
- JP and I made our reservations to go to San Francisco in February. We are staying at the Hotel Bijou, which is quaint and has a mini-theater that plays a double-feature every night and is apparently right around the corner from the local crack den. Sweet. We got a screaming good deal: two round trip airline tickets and 4 nights at the hotel for $650. Rock on.
Finally, I got off track with my meme, but allow me to er, re-track it
Day 08 → A photo that makes you angry/sad
I don't like seeing animals being made to perform. Especially large ones. It makes me sad, even though I know a lot of them probably have better lives among humans than in the wild. That doesn't make it right. : (
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