Best Birthday Ever
Mood:  happy
Now Playing: The sound of the dishwasher on rinse cycle
I'd like to thank everybody for their words of cheeriness on my cursed birthday, and was very amused by the fact that my tenants wished me the best before even the hub-unit. You guys made me feel MUCH better.
I was lucky Friday, because while I was griping first thing in the morning, I was a wee bit premature. Here's how the rest of the day went:

9:30 AM: Mother calls. Her boyfriend and co. have moved into a cute little two bedroom apartment with a pool and spa complex, for 1500 a month. I had to choke back a gag because now I will NEVER tell her what we pay for rent up here in WA. She may move in or something (eeek). My present, I am told, is in the mail and should arrive Monday. She then tells me my sister's a fruitcake. Duh.
10:45 AM: Wait, I'm actually getting a PRESENT? Hey today might not actually suck after all!
10:50 AM: I'm fucking going back to bed. I'm not doing nuffin' today, dammit.
11:30 AM: RING! RING! It's Jen, the friend-who-had-gall-bladder-owchies-but-doesn't-anymore. Apparently all week she's been wanting to call and check on me, but her boyfriend who is at work with the hub-unit says "dear god, don't call she's already depressed don't remind her it's her birthday don't call don't call don't for the luvvajaysus CALL." She does anyway. Someone else rembering my birthday suddenly snaps me out of my depression (ZONK!), and I agree to go have lunch at a new restaurant down the street that's supposed to rock balls.
11:45 AM: Hey, don't I need MONEY to go to lunch? Gotta call the hub-unit for moola because my damn check card hasn't shown up yet.
11:50 AM: He's on his way. Must shower and find clothing that doesn't make me look like an upright whale. Where'd that oversize tshirt go...?
12:15 PM: Jen shows up. No sign of the damn hub-unit. I think his ATM circuits must have a malfunction somewhere. Jen's man giggles nervously and tells me not to tell the hub-unit (his supervisor) that he's playing hookey from work to go see Alien versus Predator. I weigh the blackmail options, then agree to keep a secret.
1:30 PM: Hub-unit finally shows up, and actually lets me take the car to lunch. I tell him that we'll be back in an hour.
1:45 PM: San Remo Bar and Grill, Oak Harbor, WA. BEST. FOOD. EVER.
2:50 PM: Did I say we would be home in an hour? We stop for coffee and fresh donuts anyway. Tee hee.
3:15 PM: Back at the house. Jen decides to hang out while the hub-unit goes back to work, but then realizes that he gets off of work in 15 minutes and decides against it. He takes a quick trip back to work to lock up, or so I think.
3:25 PM: Father calls. Tells several dirty jokes, apologizes for no present but tells me to cross my fingers for christmas. He also tells me that I will NOT be receiving any singing from my aunt, who is apparently going through menopause and has some issues. Hey, menopause is a good excuse for anything. Besides, do I REALLY need the singing?
3:43 PM: The hub-unit comes back home bearing a deluxe DVD of the Dark Crystal (muppets! yay MUPPETS!) and a dozen long stemmed roses with a teddy bear squished in the middle. It appears he hasn't forgotten at all, he was just being an ass. Which,I might add, he is REALLY good at sometimes.
5:12 PM: I decide to make my own damn birthday cake, and I decide on Red Velvet cake, which I've never made before. But instead of Red, I decide to make it an homage to David Lynch and change it to a BLUE Velvet cake.
7:47 PM: Too many air bubbles in the cake, and it turns out lopsided. I want to cry and wail about it being the curse and refuse to touch it, so the hub-unit trims and ices it because I have already written it off as a lost cause. An ugly, blue, lopsided cause. That I refuse to touch because I failed and won't look at it.
8:29 PM: The hub-unit drags me to Jen's apartment with the deep blue something that I've created, telling me that just because it's a little strange looking does NOT mean that it's bad-tasting and I should relax because everybody's just happy to get cake anyway. I sniffle and refuse to look at my First Failed Cake.
11:30 PM: Turns out the cake is freaking fabulous, but I still refuse to look at it even as I eat my tiny diet-friendly slice. I get smacked about the head so that I will take a compliment.
1:00 AM: The hub-unit and I go home and fall into bed, and for once, for ONCE, I actually had a good birthday.
Well, at least, besides the funky blue cake.