Sleepy birthday girl

I worked 11 1/2 straight hours yesterday; on top of my 3 hour round-trip commute. And I got to wake up at 4:30 this morning and do it all again! on this, my 32nd birthday.

I got whisked away Friday afternoon by The Thing for our dinner, show, and romp at the hotel. It was wonderful (duh). At least it was until we returned to our vehicles Saturday morning to find someone had broken into Thing's truck. As if that wasn't bad enough, when we walked the block to my office to get warm and find plastic to tape over the passenger side 'window' they had busted out, someone went through his truck again in the time we were gone. Can you say 'fuckers'?

But my Thing stayed with me through until yesterday morning, which was the best present I could ever get. Though I got tons of other good stuff as well. And I'm leaving Friday to head down to his place for an extra long weekend.
Good thing too because my deadline is tomorrow...and clean up on Friday...I'll need to relax. This work stuff is bullshit.

But that's about it for me. No long sappy reflections of the past, since it's my birthday. No worry about getting old either. I'm not old, first off, and I look pretty kick ass for 32, if I do say so myself. Besides, I'm happy. I have two great kids, I'm employed, and I'm madly in love with a wonderful man. What more could a girl want?

Except may to hit the snooze alarm one more time...