So yesterday, I had the day off because I worked extra hours last week, and it just happened to be my birthday. I didn't do much all day. I sat around watched a couple episodes of West Wing, continued knitting the scarf, un-did the whole thing, started knitting it again, went to teach...I was expecting a very quiet day. The only thing that was going to happen was Andrew coming over to make fish tacos for dinner. Well, he came over, and we started cooking when the doorbell rang. I was like, "Who the hell is that?" Guess who! EVERYBODY (almost). There they were, Chelsea, Dorothy, John, Tiff and Ross, standing in the rain. And there I was, standing at the door in my pink pjs with pink bears and pink slippers, trying to decide whether I should open the door or not. But I did because they started complaining about the rain.

Anyways, it was a lovely evening with tacos and brownies and cheesy bread and American Idol. Oh...and a digital camera. Yes, I finally have one now, so I can't bitch about it any more. But that's okay...I have plenty of other things to bitch about.

By the way, Andrew, if you ever get around to reading this (or my blog in general), I want you to know that I love you very, very much and you're the best boyfriend anyone could ever ask for. Thanks for everything :)