Brownie Bladder Gizzard

Hey, you try saying "Brownie Batter Blizzard" five times fast.

Jeff griped at me for not posting, but how do you follow up a post like Saturday's? I was tempted to never blog again - I just can't come up with a story to top that.

I felt so special - throughout the course of May 28, I was presented with not one but THREE birthday cakes - the one Travis' mom made (the hands-down winner - holy God that was a good cake), the one the theatre presented to me in the lobby after the show Saturday, along with a full cast-and-crew singalong of Happy Birthday, and the heavily ignited one at Bill and Tracy's house, complete with 23 birthday candles clustered together in an attempt to set the entire cake on fire. (And all birthday wishes placed my age between 21 and 23, but never at my actual age - my friends are so lovely, or at least confused enough by my ever-changing statements of age that they just chose the lowest number.)

Bill's putting on a full-fledged magic show for us this Saturday - THAT'S gonna be a party.

I had lunch with Travis yesterday and hung out with Danielle and Elvis for a bit. Most of the rest of the day was spent snuggling and kissing up to my cats and dog in an attempt to get them to remember who I am and learn to love me again.

I'm sorry, I got nothing really. I feel like I'm soiling my blog by putting anything above the hang-gliding post.

It was freaking awesome. Seriously. Seriously.