Let me Boast a Little

About what a tremendously wonderful group of friends and family I seem to have collected. They (you all) are pretty great. I felt veritably showered with love on the days preceding and following the actual main event: my birthday. Now I know its not every day that the Phoebasaurus ages up a little, but for most of my life I have willfully denied, lied about, and generally swept the date of my birth under a scuzzy little rug. Its not a big deal, and I am not someone who enjoys big deals being made of me. But this year (for who knows what reason) I decided I would quietly advertise my birthday and coerce my sweet Otter into arranging a birthday party for me.  And man, was it stellar!

There was a dinner party. I spent a tedious number of hours making tiny marzipan cake decorations, I am still baffled by my patience.





Extraordinarily large and beautiful orchid which began to bloom in the next few days, gifted to me by a consistently insightful friend. You may remember Jenn, we jammed together this summer.

There was a stuffed owl looming over my desk at the office (who keeps his eye on you wherever you go), not to mention Bald Eagle cake pops and a book (a whole book!) of bird stickers.

















I took most of the actual day off to hike

 (Its been chilly here lately, and windy)

and play with my 132 new colored pencils (still a little stunned, Otter dear)






and receive an unexpected delivery





and discover quite a few cards in our mail slot.









Here we see the Phoebarsaurus in a previously undocumented setting akin to birthday festivity. It is ultimately the most flattering photograph ever recorded of a Phoebasaurus; in which she is bemusedly, overwhelmingly, happy and content.

(There you go Rachel, I wrote you a blog)