That Day That Comes Once a Year

My cat does not know what to make of my birthday balloons. She keeps circling them, sniffing the ribbons, staring up at all the different colors, shying away when they rub against each other. It's kind of entertaining to watch. Not as much as giving her a half-dozen bouncy balls to chase around the house, but still fun. *grin*

So far this year, for my birthday I have been given: various birthday wishes (thank you everyone); one eighteen-ounce (510g) soy candle, scented "Fresh Cut Grass"; two Macy's gift cards; one year's subscription renewal to AAA Plus; a bunch of helium balloons; a cute stuffed monkey; and a Pilates exercise set. All pretty darned practical (though awesome), aside from the monkey and the balloons. I'm counting on my brother for the "entertainment" gift quotient this year, but I don't think he's mailed it yet!

And of course there's also my gift to myself: 25lbs. lost and counting. *sighs happily*

Oh: and Happy Birthday to ignavus, too! You know you'll always be a year older than I am! =)
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