Towards the end of the evening, I ended up with a pile of presents at the base of my chair and everyone said “open ‘em! Open em!” This is awkward for me. Don’t get me wrong, I love presents. I love giving them and I’m not going to lie about loving to receive them. But it’s more fun to open them in the privacy of your own privacy. This way, you don’t have to fake that you love what was given (KIDDING!)
I was spoiled this year. Spouse bought me Photoshop CS3 (which has by far turned out to be THE BUGGIEST piece of software crap that I’ve ever used – more on that later. Nevertheless, it is still necessary and much appreciated). Daughter o’ Vera (aka Elvie) gave me a shirt from India. The tag in it reads “Free Size.” Funny! The Barfusses (yes that’s their real last name) brought some cilantro lime air refresher stuff that reminds me of Mexico. My former office-mate and guardian angel for life gave me a shirt with a giant hibiscus on it and flip flops. This was wrapped in a bathroom garbage can. Funny again! My sister is going to make me a portfolio for my photographs (if I ever get my photos to her), my dad gave me a giant towel and cash, and the parents took all of us to the Indigo Girls and Brandi Carlile. The Winder and her love interest (aka Spouse of Winder) gave us a rockin’ tube to pull behind the boat. I received flowers from my SAHM friend across the street (I must come up with a name for her), and as is the case with all of my birthdays, I received foot care products from two different people. I wonder why this happens every year? This might shed some light on that.
There is one present that stood out significantly. Not because it was the best present (unless of course you are Vera), but because it is relevant to the rabidrunner. Vera had all of my blog entries bound into a book! She added photos and fun fonts. Fantastic! It’s now sealed for all time of 200 years for my posterity.