This morning I dreamed that Darryl Strawberry was an anthropomorphic dachshund that went from school to school teaching kids to stay off drugs. He was about 7 feet long and the kids loved him so.
Oh my wacky brain.
Dinner got rescheduled to thursday. Fascinating. I think David and Bryan will hit it off, they both like music, they both are tall and skinny, they’re bipedal!
Man, we’re so rocking the Big Lebowski birthday party on Saturday! Right now I am trying to find a place that makes a bowling themed birthday cake. Seems you can’t go high class for that. I can easily order a golf themed cake, but bowling isn’t listed.
Okay, just got off the phone with Lunds and talked to the coolest guy ever. I actually have an appointment to speak to a cake decorator. Cool? Yeah, cool!
Every year I vow to be more grown up about my birthday, to not get so giddy and excited, to not drop hints. It doesn’t work, about a week out I find myself singing made up birthday songs, I have impromptu dance parties. I give the dog lists of birthday present ideas to distribute to my friends. Sigh, some day I’ll grow up, but not for a while I guess.
Is it wrong to talk about your birthday party to people who aren’t invited?
The squirrel I killed yesterday is all mushed on the street now. Sad.
I’m off to break into a car now. Wish me luck.