On my actual birthday, I walked downstairs to leave for dinner looking ridiculous yet amazing in my purple tights, when what did my little eyes see but a mint green BIKE. A MINT GREEN BIKE! People, you have no idea how badly I have wanted a bike. I haven't had one since high school, and every spring and summer and fall I desperately want to go on a bike ride. So, needless to say, I flipped my lid in the very best way.
James got a enough brownie points to last a lifetime with this bike. He is the absolute best. And so are my parents, because they got me other awesome things including a TURQUOISE cast iron pan (oh the things you get excited about when you're 24!) and....wait for it......A WAFFLE MAKER.
I KNOW. I can't even handle myself right now. And do I dare even mention the cardboard antlers and the Gene Kelly shower curtain?!? DO I DARE?!?!?
These people, they know me so well. And so does Alissa when she sent me NOTEPADS and pens and paperclips (oh the joy!) and Kelsey when she sent me a RON SWANSON shirt that had my entire family cracking up.
I don't love these people because they get me great presents (and I do mean great). I just love them in general. But I'm fangirling right now because my birthdays all through college were MIS-ER-A-BLE because North Carolina was evil and I had a limited amount of friends who did not care about my birthday or the fact that I was spending it without my family. So instead of sobbing in my car on the way home from class, I was spending it with REAL LIVE PEOPLE who love me and who I love. It was something I yearned for and prayed for. It's the little things, people. Little things like my coworkers decorating my desk and just acknowledging that I'm there, unlike my former coworkers. Little things like having all my favorite people in my very small living room eating delicious cake (praise the Lord for cake!). However my mother's fantastic cake and my best friend getting the night off work to spend it with me and presents do not hurt one bit. No they do not.
And to continue the festivities, I got my hair cut on Saturday, church on Sunday was so good it made me cry in the middle of hundreds of people, and James went grocery shopping for me. And now it's Sunday night and a Duck Dynasty rerun is on. Basically, 24 has been good to me so far. Just don't quote me on that, because when you read this I'll be sitting at my desk on Monday morning trying to not to cry. And in a concerted effort to fight off the Monday blues, I'm going to go hand all my money to Modcloth.com.