Well it was bound to happen. Since it does so every year.
Today is my 27th birthday, don’t know what that makes me but there it is. So far today I’ve not done a huge amount of celebrating unless consuming a 250g bag of peanut M&Ms out of nervous frustration could be called celebrating. I’ve now moved on to a tin of Pringles….
But why the stress? Well, to get right donw to it, it is because I’m currently doing a repeat of the plate spinning act with IT stuff, beading, drama that I keep saying I’ll avoid next time…
You would think I would have learnt by now, or be old enough to know better! Seems not. So mad scrambling to fill orders, complete websites by a week last Tuesday is in order. At least I know that come the end of September the play will be done, dusted and performed and some of the decks will be cleared and I will jsut have my beads and my regular consultancy work to deal with. The work I, thankfully, can not do from home.
And then I should be able to enjoy some of the nifty pressies I’ve gotten so far. My very nice husband bought and nearly crushed me with the boxed, hard-back complete Calvin and Hobbes. There also were a number of dvds. I know from devious peeks at my Amazon wishlist that I should have some more Asterix by Sunday.
As Jon’s birthday is the 28th we tend to split the difference and have the family-mandated serving of tea and cake on the nearest Sunday. We also have the added bonus of the (UK) August Bank Holiday so we get the gift of a long weekend! Lots of time for recovering from too much cake and slumping in front of the dvds we have been given to further increase the mass of the collection.
