And as my mother likes to point out, she did all the work on the day of my birth, so perhaps the day should honor her instead? So when Mom asked, I was almost joking when I said, "Let's have a paint party. Come to my house and help me paint my dining room!"
I thought I was pushing my luck, but she loved the idea. On Saturday, Mom and Dad came to my house with rollers, paint pans, brushes, and a step ladder. We painted my dining room and hallway a gorgeous pale blue-gray. See it in the picture below--it's so much calmer than the red I previously had on that wall. Mom's enthusiasm made it fun, and it turned out beautifully because of Dad's careful attention to detail. I'm thrilled with the new color!
GMX. I love these people; they're so enthusiastic. When I'm with them, I never feel like an idiot for giddily bouncing up and down when I talk about Neil Gaiman or Gary Oldman. Cool is overrated; it isn't fun. I'll take earnest "I love this!" over irony any day. We stayed late, and when we got home, Keith told me it was time to open my birthday present.
He gave me an iPad.
Oh. My. God.
I love it.
|There is a bird on my head.|
Meanwhile, all my friends left sweet messages on my Facebook page, and they're going to be included, too. The fun isn't over: Keith's birthday is next Sunday, and we're having a joint party on Saturday. There's just one problem... What do you get for the guy who