33rd & 3rd
Sep 9, 2006
Last Sunday was my 33rd birthday. In 1973, the 3rd of September was on a Monday, and I was well into middle school before I learned that Labor Day was something other than a celebration of my birth. I still believe the nation takes a day off just for me...a least, that's what I tell myself (and everyone else, for that matter.)
Handsome and I took six days away from work to enjoy My Holiday. I must admit that I have The Best Husband EverTM. He bought me jewelry AND took me shoe shopping. And he introduced me to Lost. How did I miss this show?! Now, I'm addicted, and it's all TBHE's fault.
The recent Lost addiction explains the rest of my absense from this space. I've been too busy catching up on Season One to form complete sentences that don't include references to my new favorite show. I even discussed it with my stylist at the salon yesterday.
In other news, Leah gave me the Best Birthday Card EverTM. You see, we have this little challenge going. Well, I should admit that I started it. (As the older sister, it is my responsibility to "start things.") Anyway, every year for our birthdays, we try to send each other cards that will make the other cry. And this year, she wins. There is no way I can out-do her in November. So, here it is:
(front cover) image of sisters hugging. "...and when she told her sister she'd never let go..."
(inside) "...she absolutely meant it."
I love you too, Le.
*sniffs...wipes tear from cheek*
As a fellow labor day child I always inform my coworkers that they get the day off to celebrate my birthday.