oh yeah, it IS my birthday. and don't call me Shortie.
Sooo...this is the first day of that last year of my 20s. Not that my 20s were anything to get all woohoo about - I've spent most..I mean ALL of them in school. Thank you, grad school, for sucking away the best party years of my life.
Yesterday after shopping palooza, I finally got my ass in gear and cleaned. I hate cleaning, but I feel SOOO GOOD when it's done. Plus I get to chase Sadie around with the vacuum cleaner. HERE DOGGY DOGGY DOGGY! BWAAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!!
And then after a dinner of chicken and steak quesadillas (made from the meat formerly known as mystery) I put up christmas decorations. As I put up the tree, Sadie sat by the couch and stared at me with a mixture of curiosity, awe, and a little "what the FUCK is she doing now?" Kev helped by taking ornaments out of the box. Oh, and trying to grab my ass as I wrapped lights around the tree.
Got most of the decorations up. I have one box left, but I think it's mostly full of christmas card boxes. Yet ANOTHER christmas task I need to tackle! Oh yeah, I want addresses. If you got a card last year and HAVEN'T moved, then I have your address. But if you didn't get a card and want one, OR you've moved, email me your address.
So...yeah. Got the decorations up. And then by that time it was TECHNICALLY my birthday, so Kev and I had a little celebration of our own.
Good christ, I love that glass dildo. It's ability to give me orgasm after orgasm has never been riveled. Eventually I had to BEG Kev to stop because I couldn't handle it anymore. He relented, and I lay there gasping for a few seconds, before breaking down into convulsing sobs.
Oh yeah, it was good. Happy birthday TO ME!
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