I've decided that I am no longer going to celebrate mid-week birthdays. They rather suck because in everyone's rush to do important things like work and eat and sleep and take care of the kids, they tend to forget. This is completely understandable but my ego is irrational and sensitive. Its feelings still get hurt.
I might change my mind about mid-week birthdays after the dissertation is done because the diss makes everything suck. Celebrations, even for non-diss-related things, seem like a bad idea. Back to the mid-week birthdays, I won't be able to tell you for several years if this attitude towards the mid-week birthday is tenable because next year is a leap year. In 2007, I'll have a Friday birthday. Woohoo!
Birthdays are not birthdays without some showing off (even if it's stuff you bought for yourself).* I've been searching the internet to find a picture of my new knee highs (cotton, angora, cashmere, and stripes!), but I can't find anything. Instead, you'll have to settle for a peak at the print I bought.
The weekend is almost here. I'm planning on ODing on Indian sweets on Saturday. Hurray for Diwali!
*Ptichka bought me dinner and half a sewing machine. I'm buying the other half for her. Pictures and many poorly quilted, sewn, and machine-embroidered items coming to this here blog once we actually pick out and buy the thing.