I'm 21! (again)
I was dealing with a two-day migraine last night, and was sort of dreading feeling like crap again today, so I convinced the long-suffering Man to take me to Starbucks as a last resort.
The Man: Can't we just make coffee here?
Me: Can you make a Grande Nonfat Peppermint Latte?
The Man: Ok- hold on. I think I have something that will make you feel better.
I stay put, waiting for the sexual innuendo. Instead, The Man comes in with a ridiculously huge box from Bombay Co.
I love this thing. It's like the dollhouse I never had as a kid- but for all my jewelry. The Man gave me a home for all my sparklies- and they all moved in last night. Even the fake stuff(which means, about 99% of the jewelry I own) seems to be very comfy in there. Crap- I've got a ton of earrings!
We are now going to Claim Jumpers for lunch.
Yes, I feel very, very lucky- keep in mind that he's making up for missing my last birthday, and the one before, he was leaving for Q'atar in two days, so it was pretty subdued. I freely admit that I am milking this one for all it's worth!
I actually got a new item for the jewelry chest from my splendiferous pal, Desi- thanks lady!:
Shortly after returning from Claim Jumpers (soup & salad, mmMMMmmmmmmm) these showed up:
Yes, I am getting spoiled. The man is actually physically restraining me from doing laundry, which is surreal.
Stay tuned for periodic b-day updates (at least, until I get too drunk to type.)