I've had a lovely week of birthday celebrating with friends. Dinner out with many of my favorite ladies on the birthday was a fantastic time, and I love that I got to spend my birthday eating good food and talking and laughing with them for hours. We were all surprised by how late it was when we left the restaurant. Thank you my fabulous girls!

I ended up with some nice loot, too, which I probably shouldn't uncouthly mention on the blog, but I'm gonna. Em gave me the Shunnnnnnnnnnnnn-na t-shirt I've wanted for ages, and I already wore it to an event this weekend. I heart it! My parents sent me a beautiful bouquet of colorful roses that make my heart happy to look at. Monice gave me Nada Surf's Lucky, and that's getting non-stop play in my car, of course. Monice told me she already has the NS show in March on her calendar, and I'm so excited to have another partner in crime on the concert front. Yessssssss! My other ladies loaded me up with yummy Fran's chocolates and treats and cute socks and candles and other Megan stuff that makes me smile. (Sadly, no mini-vibrator flashlights this year...Dang! Luckily, I still have the original, which comes in handy since it's my only flashlight. Heh.)

So many friends and family left me nice messages or sent sweet emails, and I felt truly blessed for all the wonderful people in my life who made me feel so special on my birthday. Thank you so much, everyone! Frankly, I adore being adored. I've noticed in recent years it's the fabulous women in my life who do an especially good job of this. I don't know what I'd do without them. The men I know, with only a couple of exceptions, not so much. This will change because, now that I'm in my thirties, I demand to be adored. HMPH!

Today one of my favorite baby friends turned three, and I had a great time at his party and hanging out with him after, playing with his new toys. One of the party guests asked me if I'm ready to move on to a new job right in front of one of the honchos from my work. AWK-WARD. Figuring out how to answer that was tough, and I stumbled, but the honcho very nicely interjected that I couldn't possibly leave or they'd be in trouble without me. It's a lie, but very sweet nonetheless.

This weekend has been a bit insane, so tonight I'm relaxing while getting chores done around the house. My life is one non-stop adventure, people. Two Weeks Notice is on the cable, and it's almost to the part where Sandra Bullock has an intense stomach issue in the car in the middle of a traffic jam, so Hugh Grant pays a family in an RV a huge amount of money to use their facility. My favorite! I love it! It's like the Diane Keaton sobbing scene in Something's Gotta Give. We've all been there, and I never get tired of watching someone else go through it.

- Megan (It's all about me, Me, ME!) R.

P.S. My favorite birthday call was from this guy.
















Trav: "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BACON!!!

Me: "Hey Trav. I'm fox-ay!..."

Trav: "And I'm yeady to dance!"

(After a couple of minutes of random conversation topics, Mols in background instructs Trav to ask me what I'm doing.)

Trav: "What you doing today?

I explain about my plans.

Trav, impatiently getting to what's important: "Gonna eat cake?"

Me: "Yes! For sure!"

Trav: "Mmmmmmmmmm."

Kid after my own heart.