It's Not Everyday People Are Willing To Blow Shit Up For Me

It was my birthday an hour and fifty-six minutes ago and it was all good, except for me being that much closer to...old. Even though it's officially over, it doesn't really end until the last fireworks fizzle out over our west field tonight at my official birthday shindig, complete with fireworks, which is to me, since I haven't gone to bed yet, actually...tomorrow.

It's cool having a surprise party! It would have been RE-ALL-Y cool if it could have stayed a surprise since I haven't had one in a coons....no wait...make that two coons ages. John just knows me too well though. Since he's going to be replacing a floor for a neighboring farm in the morning/afternoon he just knew I'd get bored and disappear while he was gone. That's true, I would have...maybe. It has been pretty hot around these here parts as of late and that makes for a torturous day in a 1964 Ford Fairlane with no factory installed air conditioning unit. Did they even have those in '64? Apparently not in the linear world of it's previous owner. Sucks to be me on a hot day, and it's been pretty darn hot. It was so hot today that a black cat laid sprawled across an old rusty harness, limbs a danglin', all day long.

Today I was able to go to dinner with friends, watch my niece on the silver screen at the local multiplex and the topper...I finally got a new desk chair. I know I've had other chairs and each one was better than the last, but they were all broken in one way or t'other and this is my first really new one, fresh out of the box. The leather still smells like plastic wrap. When I was told I was going to be picking out a new desk chair see'in's how I live at my desk, I jumped for joy, which isn't easy while leaning on a walking stick.

I sucked in a lot of air in my exclamation, "Thank you!...and my butt thanks you! If I can ever do anything for you, ...or your butt, think it over before asking, okay?"
Then I plopped into the cushy cradle and began playing with the hydraulic seat adjustments like the easily entertained idiot that I am.

Normally I'd remain hard at work through all the witching hours and on into the wow-your-up-early hours thinking up reasons not to go to bed for fear of missing out on something cool, but I won't tonight. I'd hate to take a nose dive into my big fat birthday cake on account of exhaustion. No sir-ee, I'm gonna be jacked up on adrenalin and mocha-chino-foo-foo-java so I don't miss an ooh or awe opportunity. After all, it's not everyday that people are willing to blow shit up for me.
7/2/2005 1:56 AM
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