My very adorable “chunk of meat” (according to her) is very good at birthdays.

And putting up with having crazy loony friends over to share in the joy of the cotton candy machine. 🙂

Cotton. candy. machine. of. my. very. own.

Best present ever.

It turns out neither of us really wanted to wait until my actual birthday to start opening the goodies, so in addition to god’smachineofgoodness, he also got me one of the greatest movies of all time.

Hey girly, cotton-candy-eating, boy-ogling marathon weekend soon? 😀

This made me cry.

And wonder where the fuck their parents were.

Annoying things your boyfriend shouldn’t do… buy your birthday presents, have them delivered a week early, WRAPPED, and then leave them in the middle of the living room floor. To taunt you.

Yeah.

Asshat.

So somebody had to do some foofy dress shopping this weekend, and I got to help.

Aside from her looking fantastic in everything she tried on (no really, there are pictures), the best part was that the first dress she tried on was the winner. I’d say that’s a sign.

Oh, and I got to wear a tiara the entire time.

😀

Food poisoning.

Sick all day, no work.

Have ingested most of a bottle of PeptoBismol.

Not sure if it was the Chinese or what, but I’m never eating Chinese again.

And oh yeah, having a boyfriend who lives with you means he’ll go and get you meds at 7AM, with nary a complaint.

So glad he’s around.

I have two cats (whom I’ve posted about before so this is no big shock) and they are mama’s babies and that’s that.

It’s taken them weeks, but slowly they’ve been warming up to the Porkchop.

Which is all well and good, but they are mama’s babies.

The Chop worked from home today.

When I got here, he was asleep on the big chair, with Izzie (the biggest mama’s girl) sleeping in his lap.

I laughed, thinking it was a fluke.

He’s back on the chair; I’m curled on the couch.

Both of my cats, who normally sleep on me when I get home, are curled up next to the Porkchop on the big chair.

And I am alone on the couch.

There is something very wrong here.

I was going to post at exactly 7:46AM, to commemorate this giant leap into overpopulation, but I was in the car, driving to work.

Which, as it turns out, is going to be fun and challenging. And a little daunting, as several people, including the CEO, are counting on me to completely direct their Web strategy and increase revenues by 1000%.

No pressure, hmm.

I start work today.

I’m a little bit nervous, as evidenced by the insane number of nightmares I’ve been having lately.

Last night’s, that I was up at wendy’s (don’t ask), and after dropping her off, two girls jumped in my car. I turned on my car alarm, but they were relatively nice and just wanted a ride. I didn’t really want too, but it was late and I just wanted to be done with the whole thing.

I drove around, took a wrong turn and ended up leaving them at an auction when they got out to ask for directions.

It was a newspaper auction and on the table was a really nice, old-fashioned typewriter. They wanted $5,250 for it and I remember thinking that was a really high price.

Yeah. I’ve decided my nightmares are warning me about the new job. That I’m too trusting and that I shouldn’t think people are my friends when they aren’t.

Sum total of sleep: maybe two hours.

Leaving now.

One of my absolute favorite things to do is to get a pedicure. I love sitting in the big chair, having a back massage, getting my toes all prettied up and talking nonsense with one of my favorite people.

Oh, and reading trashy magazines. ‘Cause seriously, where else can you go to read People and US Weekly and chat about the pictures and the people with others who are there to do the exact same thing? No where.

I love my manicurist/pedicurist. She’s a couple of years younger than me, Asian-American, newly engaged, funny as hell and she knows almost everything about me. It’s fantastic.

So I’m wondering.. what’s the protocol for Christmas presents for people you see a couple of times a month? Should I just give her a really big tip?

Mecca.

Scroll all the way down. It’s lovely.