::applauds::
The Boy is, indeed, made of win.
(Bev, I did go watch the vid before reading down to the sensible suggestion that we not increase his hits. I left comments to point out that he was a sad, sad, cowardly misogynist loser from the planet fail - because he really, really is.)
Actually, *that's* not really noteworthy; it's just the lead-in to The Candle On My Cake, Or, Why The Boy Is The Best Boyfriend EVER. (The candle was a surprise; he kept it in a bag and wouldn't let me see it until it was on the cake.)
That's fabulous! Good for The Boy. Did you have a good birthday?
What a Great Boy you have, Steph. He knows you oh, so well!
I just skipped a lot, and read the last 50 posts. This is what I have learned:
1) "pho" can be used in just about any situation. However, based only on the last 50 posts I don't know exactly what it is. (Don't tell me, I'll wikipedia momentarily.)
2) Kristin and Drew apparently have a puppy. Or will. That seems to be in need of ~ma. I give you puppy~ma! My puppy appears to be heading rapidly towards adulthood (he lifted his leg to pee today rather than hitting his foot! At least in the morning.) so I have some to spare. (I will read Beep Me momentarily too, if more information is there.)
3) Chi-Kat may be going to a new school near Kathy A. Cool. I approve of Buffistas moving closer to each other.
4) Steph had an awesome cake, an even awesomer carrot-loving candle, and a carrot-ADORING BF who made it all happen.
Did I miss anything?
I often suspected Batman might be flaming.
Oh noes K&ND's puppy! Be better.
(I read Beep Me.)
(Now I go back to reviewing the not-so-subtle-but-that's-okay-I-kinda-asked-for-it "These are rings I like" document Improbable Girl left on her laptop).
(She likes aquamarines and yellow gold, with rough finishes, made by interesting artists. No diamonds. I can get behind that financially, politically, AND aesthetically.)
Did you have a good birthday?
For the most part, I did. I mean, I had to work, when I'd rather sleep in and eat bon-bons in bed. And I was on day 2 of a headache that wasn't quite sinus, wasn't quite migraine, wasn't quite tension. Strange.
But other than that, it was good. We went out to dinner with a group of friends, and The Boy brought the cake (and the Batman candle).
When I came home from work, his computer monitor was wrapped in birthday paper, with a bow on it.
"You're...giving me your computer monitor for my birthday?" I asked.
What he had ordered for my birthday hadn't shipped yet, so he pulled up the Web page and then wrapped the monitor. Dork. I love him.
Anyway, this is what was on the monitor: [link] Oh, yeah.
... I think that gift may be as much for him as for you, Steph.
Or possibly I just have an apron fetish.
(HOT!)
And related to my present, I feel that I need to draw Jilli's attention to this one: [link] Hot pink and black! Skulls!