You all must be getting tired of me talking about my birthday, this is my last post regarding it. I swear. Well, that is I do not think of anything else to say...

Anyway.

Last night, after eating my lovely dinner, being lauded and praised by my lovely family and opening my lovely gifts, Dad said we were going to smoke cigars and talk about the meaning of life. So, I bundled up, thinking he was kidding and that we were going to have a nice, birthday-like chat. But alas! I was wrong! He indeed was quite serious and there we sat, as Dad tried to teach Sarah to blow smoke rings with his hand-rolled cigar from Honduras. I think he was slightly annoyed that I was far more fascinated with beating the ash of the end of the cigar than I was with actually smoking.

So. I can say that I smoked. And inhaled. And will never smoke again. Ever. It is disgusting. It stains your teeth. Ruins your skin. And makes you smell like a house a-fire. A house filled with musty books nonetheless. Oh how our family has changed!


Moving on! I just wanted to say thank you to everyone that made my brithday lovely with the cards, gifts and birthday greetings and wishes!

(I gave everyone at work thank you cards, and they were amazed! AMAZED!! WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO OUR MANNERS THAT WE ARE NOW AMAZED WHEN PROTOCOL IS FOLLOWED!!!!)