26 April 2008 @ 10:55 pm
I Hate the Word B-Day  
Why can't people just day birthday? It's the same number of syllables, only a few more letters and has the advantage of being an actual word. It's like saying guac instead of guacamole, except not quite so horror inducing. The word guac is like nails on a chalkboard - shudder-inducing and totally unnecessary.

It's Mother's birthday tomorrow and, as she just brought an obscene amount of crap back from Papa and Grandma's (damn her and her pack rat genes), she says she can't fit even one more thing in the house and won't let us buy her presents. Well, she'll allow birdhouses, but there's no way in hell I'm buying her something that may lead to even more lectures on the awesomeness of the feathered creatures.

So instead I spent the day buying streamers and balloons (one giant 'happy birthday' one and one red balloon. Because everyone wants a red balloon) and cupcakes and I shall cook her a birthday dinner. Hopefully that'll all excuse me from having to fork out for a birdhouse when we celebrate her birthday next week.

Today BH introduced me to ringback tones, and now I'm pissed because he has the most awesome one ever and I WANT IT! It's The Count from Sesame Street counting all the reasons why the owner won't pick up the phone. It's brilliant and I'm the one with a Count jacket so I should be the one with said answer tone. I may have to settle for a Count/Ernie/Big Bird one, or possibly the one where Big Bird/Elmo sing the can-can or some such silly song.