Thursday, November 19, 2009

Navel gazing or: How I learned to be hermit and torture everyone with a blog about it.

Ah, the melancholy of a birthday over and done with... Luckily, being born in November means I have a good pace of things to look forward to each month, starting in August.
End of August: Look forward to the beginning of fall.
End of September: Look forward to Halloween
End of October:Look forward to birthday
End of November: Look forward to Christmas
End of December: (This year) look forward to birth of child and a new year.
End of January....uh, well normally, that's when the year starts to feel sort of blah.

This year, the birthday was low key and enjoyable. I started with 2 lovely looking presents to open from T and a card from my parents.





Then, a rather fantastic breakfast, if I do say so myself.

That's toasted almonds and walnuts with fresh squeezed pink grapefruit juice and homemade pumpkin spice biscuits with almond butter.

Then I watched T put together a new dresser we bought to replace the Ikea Aneboda dresser that I advise you never buy as it stinks like the most toxic plastic in the world and the stench will not part. Happily, they took it back at Ikea, even though I didn't have the receipt. They tried to psych me out beforehand, but I hung tough and called their bluff.

Then I had a nap. Then we went to Montreal and had a fantastic vegan lunch at Aux Vivres, my favouritiest of restaurants. Sure favouritiest is word. You didn't know?

So yeah, blah blah.

My cat just went on top of the dresser, opened the drawer to my jewelry box and found the toy mouse I bought for him and hid there, then somehow, managed to get it out without taking anything else out.

Uh, am I describing what my cat is doing to you? Yeah....

I went back and read some old posts on my blog. I suggest you do the same. This thing was waaaay more interesting when I actually left the house and encountered things in the world. It wasn't all: here's what I had for breakfast, and here's what my cat did.

You are lucky I haven't started talking about things that happen in the bathroom! T is not as lucky.

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