Birthday Eve...

Yesterday was prison day. I walked into the facility and saw fancy looking bag with yellow tissue poofing out of it on the desk I normally use. I don't really have a workstation per se. When I started a year ago, I just basically unpacked at this particular desk, and from then on, every Tuesday, the desk is empty for me.

I blushed when I first saw the bag. I thought to myself, "What the hell is that?" I thought maybe someone had left it there and would come back for it. I walked up to my desk and unpacked my belongings, tried to ignore the pretty floral print but then noticed the envelope protruding out had "Emmalyn," handwritten on it. I felt silly. The card had a very thoughtful personal inscription, it made me smile big. All 30 chiclets were showing.

"Well, aren't you gonna open it?"

I turned around to see Andy standing behind me.

"How the hell did you know..."

"This is a prison, I know all...Happy Birthday!"

"It's not even my birthday yet. You didn't have to do this."

"Shut up and open it."

I didn't wanna open it. I wanted to open it ON my birthday but I didn't want be rude. I didn't wanna mess with the bag, it was so pretty. I tugged at the ribbon and inside was a set of fancy glass bottles with the words Lavender and Acacia. My nose scrunched up in confusion, "What is this?"

"Remember how you always say I smell nice and how the scent calms you? That's what I use."

I squealed like a little girl and gave Andy a hug. I love thoughtful gifts like that.

I have been up all night cleaning, packing, making lists...lists of what I must not forget. Laptop, iPod, digicam, tripod, undies, toiletries...these are the most important...and also a to do list for work.

Speaking of work. I was suppose to leave at 4 but was there 'till 6:30. There goes 2 1/2 hours of OT. I stopped by the mall to buy myself a little present, I browsed and realized I didn't really want anything, and I also realized I had already bought myself a birthday present. However, I did buy myself The Incredibles on DVD...I'm going to watch it on the plane.

I'm nervous. I know this because I was up vacuuming at midnight -- and I only stopped because the power went out briefly. I dusted the banisters on the staircase, my desk...I even cleaned the stovetop. I become Mr. Clean whenever I'm nervous. I'm nervous about flying [which is normal], nervous about work [which is not necessary]. Whatever.


IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!


HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO GEORGE, too!!!

& I hope my best galpal Mare and Dan's wife both give birth today!!!



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