Tomorrow is my birthday – – and yes, for those who wonder, I shall be 28, again.
Chris has been taunting me all week about my birthday present. The man won’t give a hint. Not even on solitary, tiny little hint for crying out loud. No matter how much I plead for one – nothing. So then I attempt to act all indifferent like I could care less what the thing is, much less about a hint…and he’ll taunt me even more!
It’s ok, though. I have enough to keep me busy, and keep my mind occupied over the next 24 hours that I shouldn’t even think twice about the taunts! I have design work up to my eyebrows, plus I am on call for Hospice tonight. Friday nights on call for Hospice have, historically, been tremendously busy.
Again, I ask myself: Self, why did you agree to do this??