And…Breathe.
On November the 2nd and the dates surrounding it, I must say it was a most astonishingly happy birthday.
Somewhere along the way of my making plans for lots of me-time in this new climate, the plans must have skipped a few tracks; I find myself even busier than I was, and no, I still haven’t begun watching Season Two of Desperate Housewives. (And if you know what a TV addict I was, this is beyond unacceptable.)
Nonetheless, it’s a very good sort of busy, and the sort that will most likely pitter-patter into a comfortable rhythm. Or so my mother hopes—I still haven’t cleared my desk.
Greetings and welcome back :)
Happy Birthday once again and I’m glad that you had such a surprisingly joyous one. Entertain us with some excepts from the event(s), pray tell…
Oh happy belated!! :)
In case you didn’t catch my previous comment, happy belated birthday. :-)
Fal> Thank you! Glad to be back. Umm, well, nothing much to tell actually, but I was happy, which was a nice change.
Kum Hean> Ah, I did catch it. Thank you, and happy belated birthday to you, too. ;)