The above linked article is about people who died on their birthdays. Included in the list is Ingrid Bergman, William Shakespeare, and Machine Gun Kelly. It’s kind of interesting to think about.
I had a nice lunch of fish tacos courtesy of my coworkers for my birthday. The plant and a card came with it.
Molly decided that she’d had enough, so she got into the wine early. Thankfully, it was cleaned up before I got home from work.
I had several homework assignments due that day, so, while I was working on them, my daughter was busy in my room hanging new bookshelves. I haven’t had time yet to arrange the books on them, but she gave me a good start.
I also got a mug and some bookmarks. They were great. I just didn’t get photos of them.
I was asked what I wanted for my birthday. I requested shrimp scampi.
My history teacher gave me multiple assignments to be due on my birthday.
My daughters made sure that I got my scampi by sending me to the grocery store.
It was a reasonably good birthday. Just a lot going on.
We were going to the store Monday night, but when I picked my oldest up from class I got a “how about we go to dinner? Do you think you can stay awake through it? If we get it to go, I am afraid you’ll go to sleep and not eat.” She was right. I must have looked like Crap if my oldest noticed. This was at 7:30 pm. We went to dinner and then I slept through until morning. After I got home.
Tuesday was my birthday. Starbucks alerted me that I got a birthday reward. I went through the drive thru since my regular Starbucks was under construction. I ordered and was asked to pull up to the first window. Great! Especially since there was only one window.
My kids and I went to lunch at a restaurant that I hadn’t been to in ages. I got a glass of cheap wine with lunch. It was perfect.
We went to class. I set up for working on two projects. I am at a standstill on two others, because I am waiting for a delivery from the art supply store.
I made progress on my experimental work. I have been playing with textures this semester.
I made progress on my diptic project.
I painted myself, as usual.
I picked up my own birthday cake. It looked better than it was. I prefer whipped cream to butter cream under the fondant.
My daughter didn’t know if my other daughter liked princess cake, so she got a mini cheesecake, too.
It was a decent day, everything considered.