Yesterday was my birthday, and I was nicely surprised by a Master Birthday Plan put into place by Len and a bunch of friends from work. Even though some people knew it was my birthday, they went to great lengths to actually not wish me a happy birthday, and even had the office assistant hide it from her usual birthday and anniversary listings that morning in the company daily email. Although I'd mentioned it in asking for a restaurant recommendation the night before, no one was wishing me a happy birthday. No one. I was starting to feel a bit bummed when Len took me to the nice Italian restaurant we were going to, and as we walked in of course a slew of friends from work were there. It was a great surprise. And they were all wearing Batman party hats.
The reason for that is because we're now moved into our new old house as of last weekend. (That's why there's been a lack of updates -- I didn't get net access installed until yesterday morning.) Only a couple of days into our new digs and what do I find when I get home from work? A dead bat on my living room floor. The cats had clearly procured it from somewhere based on their gleeful gloating over it as I came in to greet them, but whether it was dead prior to or after their procurement remains a mystery. Regardless, it was the first time I and Len can ever recall me acting like a full-on girl. Yep. I ran around the living room with my hands curled up and my face scrunched. I finally managed to put it in the garbage. After that I beat the garbage with the broom for good measure. You never know, it could have been a zombie bat waiting to pounce back out at me. We haven't found any more bats yet. If they're still in the house, they're not making their presence known. They probably got the hint from the cats to stay off the West Side, eh, esse? Len scratched Pico and Sam extra long and told them to keep up the good work.
Cinda says, "welcome to the Jesus age!" Let's hope my 33rd year ends a little better than his did.
The house is great, although we're overwhelmed with the idea that we own this thing now, and all the problems and work associated with it. But we knew that going into it. Pictures will be coming as soon as I get around to taking some, maybe this weekend in between trying to finish unearthing the kitchen.
Right around this time, I usually start telling the story of when I turned 33 last year and for the next week or so, proceeded to think I was 34.
Goes to show you you're really getting old whe you stop counting the years (or probably because you've stopped celebrating the day).
Posted by: Joost Schuur | June 9, 2005 01:06 AM
Had a similar reaction (i.e., way more feminine than usual) from hearing the inspector pronounce our prospective home as "infested" with mice. Maybe I just don't like the word "infested," but I told J it was a non-negotiable item.
A bat would have had me on the other side of the door in .05 seconds, I'm sure.
Posted by: Cinda | June 10, 2005 12:26 PM
...bosom heaving, of course.
Posted by: Cinda | June 10, 2005 12:27 PM
I'm very interested in seeing some pictures of the house. It sounds like quite the unique item.
We're in the process of moving into a new house out here in San Antonio. We're lucky in that it's a 7-year old house previously inhabited by one of those eccentric double-PhDs who kept it in immaculate condition by never actually USING anything, but we're becoming a bit overwhelmed by all the little $100-$200 "essential purchases" that keep piling up. A lawn mower here, a ceiling fan there, a garage door opener here...
Posted by: ReverendTed | June 10, 2005 10:34 PM