Next weekend is my birthday weekend. I have never been one to insist on the birthday weekend, or the birthday week, or the birthday month, but this year I'm really in the mood to be feted. I want lots of attention and free drinks. I feel like I'm turning eight instead of 38, and that I shouldn't ask or expect for the world to revolve around me, but this year, I will be brazen in my egocentricity. This economic crisis comes at a very bad time; no one can afford to take me to lunch and shower me with things, especially not my husband. Me Me Me, its all about me. But enough about me; what do you think of me?
My dog is going nuts. I've started getting him marrow bones from the butcher when I go to this one market, and I think they're making him a little crazy. He usually cowers when the black cat walks by, but when he had his bone today, he was clearly sending her a message of "My Bone! You can't have it! Back off, bee-atch!" Any time he hears a sound outside, its like, "someone is going to take my bone away, and I have to protect it by running back and forth while barking!" It may be time to put the bone away until he can handle it maturely.
Speaking of puppy time-outs, Leila had the worst day at school today. She had a substitute teacher, and she's somewhat of a hard ass for the first grade, and apparently Leila was chatting a little too much with her table mate and got reprimanded a couple of times. As soon as we were far enough away from the teacher, Leila started to cry and cling to me, saying "She's the worst, meanest substitute teacher EVER!" She even said she didn't want to go to the Halloween party tomorrow because the sub will be back in class again. She was very upset, and of course , nothing was her fault, and the other student "started it" etc. etc. She said, "I had a 100% rotten day!" Poor thing. She's never gotten in trouble at school before, so it kind of knocked her for a loop.
I'm making a healthy stir fry for dinner in preparation for my meal of twix bars and smarties tomorrow night. I'm totally going for it too, no holding back. In 24 hours, I'll be in a full-on candy coma, and loving every minute of it.