364 more days until another birthday...phooey.

I am starting to think that the MSN life expectancy calculator is not that complex...it seems to tell about half of people that they will live to b 102. Looks like Ys, Laurwilk, e.b. and I will be partying in the old folks home together. Sorry Annie, you are dying first...

I am grading my birthday as at least a solid B+/A-. Really, my only disappointment is that Munchkin or Tinkerbelle weren't around...but they both called, as did all of my out of town friends. I also got two cakes...one at work and one at Big Sis's house last night where they had a little birthday party for me. I got some lovely presents (including new sunglasses that I love so much that I am swearing at the clouds today...damn you!!! Damn you for postponing my fun!!!)

And, in addition to the necklace, The Boy gave me no fewer than five orgasms over the course of the day...hee hee. Maybe that grade above was too low...

Change of subject...how did no one tell me that Project Runway started again!!! (Imagine me doing a Homer Simpson "Marge, we are missing the chili!" dance right now.) Seriously, I missed at least one real episode, and I also missed whatever sort of casting shows they had. I caught the first episode in reruns on Monday, and was kind of unimpressed, hopefully they get better starting tonight.

Speaking of tonight, my super-long, wedding extravaganza weekend starts right after work. I am gonna jet out of here as early as I can and pack the car up (I have a LOT of shit to bring.) Then I am gonna head to the airport to get The Body, The Mouth and both BFF's...their three flights are all landing within half an hour of each other. Seriously, what are my chances of three planes landing on time..? Fingers crossed...

I also have to clean the apartment because two of The Rocket Scientist's cousins are staying here tomorrow night. I feel like we have done a lot of resource-marshaling for this...apartments and cars, mostly...

Assuming they get in on schedule or close to it, then we are meeting Big Sis and the Brain Surgeon and Smoking Hot Roommate and heading down together in two cars (well, that is assuming that you consider the monstrous Excursion that Big Sis rented a "car"...should we take bets on what kind of mileage a pack-t0-the-gills oversized SUV with five people and a seriously lead-footed driver will get? I will set the over/under at about 7 mpg...)

The Boy is coming down on Friday morning with his Sister, her wife, and the baby. His sister's in-laws are on vacation on the Cape this week, so her father-in-law is gonna hop on the ferry to come over and babysit and let them go to the wedding...isn't that nice of him? (He is really nice...someday I will tell you about him, not sure I ever did.)