It sure is a good thing I think ahead sometimes. Before I went to bed last night, I set my phone to ring, instead of the "Feeble Vibrate" option to which it is so often set. In anticipation, you see.
Of birthday phone calls.
Let me take a brief moment here to say "HOORAAAAAAY!!! It's my BIRTHDAAAAAAY!" I have actually already been acting like it is my birthday for several days now -- as far as I am concerned, the entire week surrounding my birthday is subject to all the rights and privileges of of the actual day itself. That way, it is all about me for a much longer, and wholly more satisfying, period of time.
So anyway, about the phone thing -- I was woken up this morning by the Popeye ringtone to which I have resigned myself, and when I answered, expecting to hear my sister, I heard my little adorable wonderful almost-five-year-old niece singing me Happy Birthday instead! I think I would like to be woken up by tiny children praising me in song every single day.
My plans for the day include coffee and some pastry, a pleasant little lunch, a little bit of work, co-workers singing me Happy Birthday and giving me a cheesecake, a very fun rehearsal in which I get to be eeeevil, and then drinks back in Park Slope with the immediate gang. And maybe I shall cap everything off with a nice long slow backrub from a dashingly handsome boy. I already have a fellow in mind. (Was "nice long slow backrub" euphemistic for something? You be the judge.)
Speaking of the boy, I sent a few vacation pictures to my mom and sister. I was talking to mom when she opened them, and she just kept making little appreciative "Hummm" noises, and then told me that he's really very cute. My sister sent me an email that said, "two words...he's hot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! tee hee!" I am not sure why they are as surprised as they seem to be -- I mean, I do have standards, people.
Oh! And now I must away -- I hear Popeye again. I bet it is my mom. I feel another serenade coming on. Sweeeeeeeeeet.