Excuse me while I clear my throat.
Echem.
< SING >Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Robert and Daaaavid, happy birthday toooooo you.< /SING >
How funny is it that two of my Internet friends from two sides of the atlantic have the exact same birthdate? (Granted, a couple years apart, but still!) Anyway, Robert has reached the wonderful age of 20, and dear David is 36. Best wishes, big hugs, and lots of presents to both of them on their shared birthday. 🙂 Hehe, I still think that’s way too funny of a coincidence.
Hehehe, and you know what else is funny? I just had to reedit this post because Blogger tried to accept my sing tags as actual HTML. How cute is that? I wonder if Tino Rossi’s voice would come through on my speakers if I had the right version of IE. (Although, what old crooners like Tino have to do with HTML I have no idea.)
Today has been rather… odd. I was woken up by a phone call, I don’t even remember who it was. It was some message, which I wrote down and gave to my Mom, but now I’ve completely forgotten it. Then, I spent the early bit of the afternoon at a lady’s house to work on another project that I got called on to help with. I’m decorating for a recognition night for that youth group where I volunteer/participate. My job includes helping to decorate frames, and taking arty portraits of 25 girls. I’m actually kind of looking forward to that, I love photography. Especially taking portraits, that’s my favorite, so it should work out well. Provided, of course, that the girls cooperate. I was pretty out of it, though, when I met up with that lady who’s in charge of it. I don’t think I ever really woke up today.
When I got home I worked on redesigning HeatherLawver.com. I think I like it, but I’m not sure. I think I might code it, upload it, then ask for honest opinions on it because I’m just really not sure. But only if you all (all 135 of you from yesterday – holy crap! Who are all those people?!) promise to be brutally honest. I need real feedback, and while I do appreciate your very sweet, kind, tactful answers, I’d like to know what you really think. Yeah. The bottom line. The real McCoy. The big enchilada.
Mmm… mexican food…
I think I may have to convince my mom to take me to Don Pablos tomorrow for a chimi. (Or, rather, today, since it is technically Saturday. But I haven’t gone to sleep yet, so humor me. It’s still Friday in HeatherTime.) I’m so tempted to go to Texas or Arizona (not New Mexico, no idea why) to get a real chimi, not these namby-pamby East Coast wannabee fried burritos. For goodness sake, no one uses real shredded beef over here! What’s wrong with these people? For shame! A chimi just isn’t a chimi without real shredded beef.
I need sleep (in case you couldn’t already tell.) So, great big hugs all around and another big Happy Birthday to my two lovely friends. 🙂