vanillafluffy | Birthday so far

There must be something triggering it, because it happens about 7:45 every time it happens: I wake up hallucinating that I just heard my doorbell. But at least today, I managed to get back to sleep and got another couple hours of rest.

Opened packages: A book about pirates from

kukkurkurat (along with two cards, one sentimental, one humorous). From

pwcorgigirl, a fun card with dogs and cats, a CD of Dio's "Sacred Heart", and a pound of Australian licorice...I sampled it as an appetizer to breakkfast.

Inbox has been well-populated with good wishes, and my f'list has blossomed with shout-outs. I know

daily_goggins doesn't know it's my b-day, but they posted a lovely pic of Walt in western regalia. Yay! I feel all warm and fuzzy...if well wishes have any influence at all, my fifties are going to rock.

I stepped out to check the mail and found GK's box on my doorstep. Another card, got me all misty-eyed, it did. The box contained multiple things---she's big on finding things while she's running around and doing a grab-bag, or box, in this case. The stars of the show are a little Tiffany-style lamp and a talking photo frame. Acoording to its packaging, it's "The Perfect Guy" --- press the button, and a husky male voice says phrases like, "Don't worry about it, honey---that's why we have credit cards." and "You shouldn't be cleaning that---let's hire a maid." or "That diamond is just not big enough for you." (But darling, if we get something scaled to ME, I'll be weating the Koh-i-Noor for a cocktail ring.) This would be amusing enough, but she installed a picture of Adam Baldwin in it, which is too funny. She knows me SO well.

I'm dressed, except for my shirt and shoes, because it's too hot. Ready to throw those on and bolt out the door for whatever Mb hsa planned. Which I devoutly hope involves air-conditioning.

So far, fifty is fun.

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