and despite the unrelenting awareness of my parents' now permanent absence, i somehow managed to have a lovely weekend nonetheless.

some gifts received this weekend in honour of my twenty-fifth birthday that show just what a crazy old spinster complex yet well-balanced individual i truly am:

- blender;

- matching apron and oven mit set;

- cookbooks (assorted);

- art (both produced by and purchased by friends);

- book: 'movies of the eighties';

- brooch by my most favouritist designer ever;

- vibrator;

- book: 'yiddish with dick and jane';

- professional photos of my beautiful nephew;

- vodka;

- black boots;

- throwover blanket;

- money;

- book: 'bad hair';

- tassled underwear.

thanks to all the wonderful givers of the above trinkets, and to all those who came to the doggies last night and froze their sweet patooties off in honour of my "milestone".

and even though i do love the dishlickers so, i promise that next year i will attempt to think of a new way to celebrate my birth that involves neither furry friends nor frostbite.

oh and by the way, at least two of the above were actually purchased by yours truly as happy birthday presents to myself.

i'm not telling which they are, but i'm about to try one of them out right now.

nighty night.

x

p.s it has always been my belief that a birthday is not over until the last present has been received. this has meant that in past years my birthday sometimes has lasted almost until the next one rolls around. so keep 'em coming people. KEEP 'EM FRICKIN' COMING!