And the weird world rolls on.

The day after the startling discovery was miraculously boring, and I certainly can't complain about that. I thought about posting some angry girl music and a rant, but that's so cliche, so instead I bring you humor. The stupidest Leann Rimes video ever. And that's saying quite a bit. Appropriately titled "Life Goes On." For your viewing pleasure....

Note: I'll give $100 to anyone who can decipher her nasally lyrics. And I really think I should've walked around the French Quarter in a slip and a black bra today. I would've felt much better, and according to this video I'd have a smokin' piece o'man on my tail. You think this is a tribute to Katrina survivors?



So, snark aside, it was a really uneventful day. I let Daisy sleep in my bed last night instead of her crate, so she woke me up early, I let her out, and we went back to bed. Got up, got pretty, and went running around with Mom. Bought a new bottle of wine, some organic greens, sirloins, new Coldplay CD. Normal stuff. I told Mom I felt it my duty to look nice after having my pride stepped all over and pissed upon. Makeup and everything. On a Saturday!

Once I got home, I gave Daisy a bath, which meant I got an impromtu bath myself. She smells much better and is far less gritty.

I spent the remainder of the afternoon finishing off Paul Auster's newest novel, Man in the Dark (the title of this post is a line from the book). It was excellent. Watch for a Sunday Salon review coming up tomorrow (or maybe later tonight).

Also on the horizon, a review of the BlackBerry Pearl. Or as I call her, Just Pearl.

Annnd, I'm afraid the vid may be cutting off the comments. Not sure why it would do that, but it did the same thing with a recent It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia post.

Birthday Bliss

I had a phantasmagorical birthday! Yes, oh yes, I did. I've told you all that I don't discuss B. here simply because he's not a big fan of the blog thing, but I just have to brag about him because he was SO GREAT for my birthday.

He started Friday night by pissing me off royally. Diversion tactics--gotta love 'em. After leading me to believe that he'd forgotten to get me anything for my birthday, he popped up out of his recliner around 5:30 and said something to the effect of, "Got something to do, be back soon." And left. Left in a cloud of dust. He called about half an hour later and said he was "wheeling and dealing" but he'd be back soon.

Around 7:00 I heard him roll back in, and he opened the door with a wicked smile on his face and said, "I bought myself something for your birthday." That something was a Holland Grill. Needless to say, I was a bit peeved that he went off and bought such an extravagant toy when the whole time I thought he was out doing birthday things. I squelched my anger down (not very well), and we went to dinner, watched some TV and generally did our normal Friday night stuff.

Saturday dawned, and I rolled over around 6:30 AM and said, "Do you know what today is??" He whipped out a birthday card with an iTunes giftcard from somewhere in the neighborhood of the nightstand, so I was pleasantly surprised that he did know what day it was!

B. has never been big on elaborate birthday celebrations, so I expected my very sweet card and gift card to be the extent of the celebration, and it would've been more than enough. However, the man had more up his sleeves. We went downtown to the Veteran's Day parade for a few hours, a big event in our small town, and picked up some barbecue for his folks on our way home. His brother and sister-in-law showed up at the house not long after, and B. disappeared into a back room. I just assumed he was gone to the bathroom. NOPE! He surfaced a few minutes later with a gorgeous cake trimmed in red icing roses, and it said "Happy Birthday, Andi!" with a very large, "27" candle in a corner.

I think my exact words were, "You're killin' me."

I was so surprised. His mom and dad and bro and sis-in-law all whipped out gifts, and we sat around talking and eating cake into the afternoon. B. took great joy in pointing out the fact that "Andi can be had" and that he's "sneaky sneaky."

After some lounging and an afternoon nap, we picked up and drove out to the boonies to a fantastic little seafood restaurant called Holland's Shelter Creek. Anyone driving by would NOT KNOW this place is fantastic. It looks kinda scary...all fall-down-like and, well, sort of like a bait shop.

We walked in, perused the general store part, and sat down for a fantastic meal of clam chowder, grilled shrimp, cajun catfish, fries, cole slaw, and hush puppies. And a pitcher of tea, of course. It was the perfect ending to a fantastic birthday, and I'm so so so thankful for B. and all the sweet stuff he did. He didn't have to, but he really made me feel special.

It's a good start to year #27.