Natal Week: The Final Report

I think I may need to revise the whole Birthday Week plan just a bit.  I thought it was hard getting people on board during the first six days.  But today, I had me a dickens of a time corralling the masses and getting them to play by the rules.  And, this being the actual day of the birthing, I found myself getting more and more frustrated with the general public.  They just wouldn't cooperate.

I took myself out for a little of the birthday shopping this morning, bright and early so that the world could see me in all my well-birthed glory.  They weren't interested.  They really just wanted to tend to their own errands and get in my way.  I wouldn't have minded navigating the hordes had they been gathered in worshipful awe at my presence on the planet.  But they were mostly just standing in front of stuff I wanted or breathing really loudly.  By the time I got to the grocery store and decided that this would be the last stop on the Birthday Tour, one gentleman had even decided to whistle.  I can't stand whistling.  Hate it.  I suppose it's OK if the whistler is belting out a tune of some sort.  I can live with that...kind of.  But this was one of the Tuneless Whistlers who just likes making a whistling noise.  I cannot abide that reckless sort of whistling.  

It should be noted that I sometimes produce a sibilant "S" sound and that I am filled with self-loathing over this.  To be whistling tunelessly to myself while trying to intelligently discuss things like seashells, sores, superheroes and squash is a hard thing with which to deal.  I'm working on it...

Lastly, while being fitted for my bridesmaid dress, I was told firmly and in no uncertain terms that I cannot wear a crown.  I asked nicely.  I begged.  I did that thing where you mention the item that you want eight million times until people just give in so you will shut up.  All to no avail.  I shall be crownless for my brother's wedding.  I even tried wearing the Future SIL's crown while she was trying on dresses so she could see just how fetching I look in sparkly headgear but that didn't work either.  

I'm going to break out my BeDazzler and do myself up a nifty headband.  It won't be the same, though.  No one ever lets the Sheep wear a crown.  

So, if the world isn't going to get on board with the whole Birthday Week thing, I shall just have to see what I can do to make the day mine own.  Let's see...

I can order myself a cool new t-shirt and wear it on my birthday:

I know, I know.  I said that Army Of Darkness was the worst in the Evil Dead series of films.  But it does have the best lines.  And who can resist an S-Mart t-shirt?  From the Housewares Department, no less!!!

I can find a cool new pair of Croc's in strappy sandal form:

The colors matched the bridesmaid dresses, but I'm told that I will not be wearing them to the wedding.  That's OK.  They wouldn't work with my sparkly headband/not-a-crown anyway.

I can watch the remake of Dawn Of The Dead.  Or half of it anyway.  I needed to take a nap from all the morning's labors.  Trying to corral all those people who didn't know it was my birthday was very taxing:

These are the speedy zombies.  Not the slow kind.  You have to run very fast when you see them.  This is not really how zombies work, but they make for a pretty exciting movie.

I could also start off the day with a very cool e-card from Noolie, wishing me a Happy Birthday.  That was wicked neat!  And I'm sending you all over her way tomorrow because she and I almost share a birthday.  Not quite.  But close.  She gets to start her Birthday Week tomorrow. (Or is it the day before mine?  I can't remember...I know we are a day apart.  Go say Happy Birthday.  It will work either way.)

Oh, this is a good one!  The Future SIL, recently back from visiting the new grandbaby in California, could bring me back something that is cool on multiple levels!  She saw a store.  And in this store were miles and miles of something I love.  So she went in.  And she got the one that would match my waffle maker!

Cinderella Pez.  Which will coordinate perfectly with my waffler of the same design.  I do love a well-matched kitchen...

Heck, I even spent some time perusing knitting patterns before I dropped off for my afternoon nap!  Lots of stuff to love about this birthday, I'd say.  That doesn't mean I'm going to be giving up on the idea of a Birthday Week.  I just need to plan the whole thing a little better next year, is all.

I'm going to start sending out the fliers in January.  That should do it...

SA