So there I was, minding my own business (for once – lol) at work, and a spider ran out from under my keyboard at me. I totally lost myself, and no longer have any rep left for being tough. The whole office said that was the fastest they have ever seen me move. At least I didn’t scream.
I managed to keep my birthday a secret at work until I was walking out the door at the end of the day. I did tell one person that morning, and he kept it himself as he had promised. I have to thank Facebook for living up to Failbook yesterday so that I was just finishing up dinner before my cousin Sharon could wish me happy birthday. I knew she wouldn’t forget.
The graveyard_dead group on Instagram featured my photo of Uncle Hoover’s headstone this week.
James and I went to Shucker’s for my birthday dinner last night, so here are pics of the sunset and dinner.
This is really all I have unless I resort to complaining about my neck/shoulder/back pain. So here’s some Christmasy Judy Garland.