5:17 – woke up to infomercial with Willard Scott, realized why I had been dreaming about Perry Como and Doris Day serenading me. It was a 50′s music CD set. Had “Que Sera Sera” stuck in my head for the remainder of the day.

5:27 – Listened to Mike grumble about having a pounding headache and something about WHY can’t ANYONE put the Advil back where it belongs?

5:30 – Sheepishly crept downstairs to retrieve Advil bottle from my desk.

5:45 – Still awake humming “Que Sera Sera” and “Papa Loves Mambo”. Decide to go downstairs and complete the last file on my desk so that I can spend the rest of the “work” day screwing around with Miss Britt (not like that Avi or Joe) (and, come to think of it, that didn’t work out so well, did it, Britt?)

6am – Check email. Thrilled to find that Avi found the only slightly pervy card Hallmark has, something about a video of a nude beach but the battery in the camera dies before you can actually SEE the video. Avi rocks. He’s all about the tease. The tease and funky stick pictures.

6:15 – attempt to start file. Realize I have to turn on light because at my advanced age I am no longer able to type or function by the light of the monitor. I suck.

6:33 – take a pause from working on the file a whole 15 minutes to begin THIS post. It’s turning out quite well, no? No, I didn’t think so either.

6:36 – Take another break from “working” to see if Miss Britt has a new post (presumably one dedicated to certain people’s birthdays).

6:37 – Go back to work disappointed that Miss Britt has not posted yet.

7:22 – Take yet another break to show Ethan my birthday card from Avi. That never gets old. Approve comments on MySpace from Bug and Britt.

7:24 – Check Miss Britt’s blog *again* still no post. Return to work with disappointment intact.

7:57 – Miss Britt’s blog was updated *insert happy dance* and she did an awesome video for Avi and I on YouTube… At this point, I KNEW it would be a GREAT birthday.

8:48 – JOY!!!! SHEER, EXUBERANT, ZEALOUS JOY!!!! Watched Harry Connick Jr. on the Today show… AWESOME. We have a thing going he and I… he also played the half-time show at the SuperBowl when I turned 16!!!!!!

10:14 – Watched Mike work while I created my beautiful Valentine’s wreath for my front door.

11am – Took a hot bubble bath while chatting with my mom on the phone. Yes, a bubble bath at 11am the height of relaxed, luxury.

12pm – Came downstairs to find that my husband had decided to give me the first of my birthday presents. A bench from World Market that I had been wanting for MONTHS.

6:30pm – Got pizza for the kids and Mike took me to dinner at a local Teppanyaki / Sushi place. We ended up at a Teppanyaki table with a nice, older couple who told us funny stories about their 11 month old pommapoo (pomeranian / poodle mix) puppy.

9pm – came home to the rest of my birthday presents including various and wonderful things from World Market (candles, bath products, a VERY nice bottle of Port, etc.)

10pm – crawled into bed with the kids to watch Most Haunted. Fell asleep shortly after the show ended.

Saturday – fast forward past the lazy day spent half in bed / half on the couch.

4:20pm – Arrive at restaurant (Black Angus) for my birthday dinner 20 minutes late because Maggie took a pair of scissors to her hair.

Get seated at lovely corner booth surrounded by family and begin to down the first of two Mai Tais.

Endure crappy service from perky waitress until we are asked to move because someone else had reserved THAT table for their grandmother’s 80th birthday party. We were given free appetizers and a free round of drinks for being so “gracious” and “understanding” about moving. Let’s clarify – gracious and understanding had NOTHING to do with it, free drinks had EVERYTHING to do with it.

Upside – better service, downside – had to endure 80 year old grandmother’s birthday “gift” the worst Elvis impersonator on the planet.

Finished second Mai Tai and come to the conclusion that I was no where near copping the desired birthday buzz I was going for.

Had a lovely dinner of prime rib, lobster, and shrimp. Endured the traditional humiliation of having the servers sing Happy Birthday. Finished with Mile-High Mountain Fudge Cake that, according to its’ menu description, was supposed to come with a PITCHER of hot fudge. It did not. Ordered another drink, Colorado Bulldog, drank it… left restaurant without the desired birthday buzz and absolutely NO guilt over Ethan’s trick with the salt shaker.

Salt shaker? Said “Black Angus.” Ethan used a piece of paper and a pen to turn it into “Anus”

8pm – Came home, crawled into bed and called it a day.