birthday

Hey.

It's mah birthday. How bout that? 26 years old and as Murphy put it in a not-so-readable txt message earlier, "the best years of my life are behind me". I seriously doubt that, but hell, whatever it takes to get Murph blocked from ever txting me again...

So my sister had her baby shower over the weekend. It was hellacious! Reese and my mom were so flustered, I could barely even move about the house comfortably. I remember sitting down to watch some ESPN pre-game, when I was comandeered to take a mess of papers to Staples and get oh, I dunno, 40 some copies of each page in this baby-program. There's four pages in the program. Four times forty... Ah, hell with it, you do the math. The precursor to this was our frantic search for a printer that functioned. My mom's got a kick ass laser printer that constantly is in need of yellow toner or an imaging drum. Go figure. So we take the pages to my aunt's printer, which is out of black ink. Nary a tear was shed before I lept out of my pillow fortress on my couch, did I offer to go to Staples. It turns out we were able to find a printer (not mentioning where) and I got to enjoy my Sunday before filming.

Yes, I mentioned filming. Partly because every four years, SUYM produces an "election" video, where we pit two rivals against one another in a heated debate sequence. It'll be just fine in a few days.

Til then, I'm gonna rock my birthday out with some sweet, Celtic tunes of olde.