well, it happened. and it was okay!

i turned 37. and it didn't kill me. and i didn't have an anxiety attack. it was actually... sort of alright.

i had a great time with my friends on tuesday night (my birthday eve) out at a pub where they poured shots down my gullet all night until i couldn't drive myself home, then spent the rest of the evening with a very good friend who was there to help me ring in the midnight hour - zero hour. my birthday. thanks, you. you know who you are.

yesterday, my actual birthday-day was spent waking up late, going into work late, then being taken to lunch by my boss, then going to dinner with my family for my most favorite italian dish, carciofi con pollo.
the copious leftovers are in the fridge right now, waiting to be devoured... and they will be.

last night at about 4am, i heard what sounded like hail hitting my bedroom windows. it turned out to be crazy rain, so i turned on the tv to the weather channel and realized there were tornados like, everywhere, and the weather in my hood was perfect for a tornado... and that's when the cable went out. and then the electricty. it was out until 8am, but apparently i wasn't too terribly concerned with tornados because i fell asleep somewhere around 5am and was awakened when the power came back on. so no tornados so far in year 37 for me. that's good news.

and more good news: flickr now hosts videos! here's a narcoleptic cat.

if you can't get it to play above, click here. it's worth it.