I do not want to cook dinner; it involves standing.

So the birthday started out crummy. I woke up to an empty home with C still up at Dadoo's, so I was pretty down and feeling a little sorry for myself. I dragged my sorry ass into work and before long, Miss Meany showed up with two of my students bearing cards and a pot of tulips. What a surprise! So sweet... Then two more showed up with their cards and a giant birthday balloon - even better than the flowers, which I will likely kill within a week. Then she brought two more with their cards, and my favorite. He rarely ever speaks. When he does, it doesn't make much sense unless he's asking for food, but he was singing, "Birthday! Birthday!" It was super-cute.

That night, I went to dinner with Miss Meany and we did some shopping. As suggested by the physical therapist, I picked up some Dansko shoes and Miss M got cute shoes. Not fair.

I still have the need to celebrate, I'm just not sure when or how. Soon?