Nature Boy woke me up (early!) to make me a birthday breakfast in bed. I lazed in the aforementioned bed until neigh on 1PM, because I was finishing up The Scarlet Lion by Elizabeth Chadwick. Loved it.
Tree Guy bought me one of my favorite things, a Yankee Candle Company candle in this scent:
My guys made me dinner tonight. They worked together to grill some burgers, with Velveeta Shells and Cheese and honey-glazed carrots on the side. It was really sweet. Nature Boy did most of the cooking, and he was very proud of himself.
After dinner, we took a carrot cake with cream cheese icing (my fave) to share with GC Brawler and Meemaw. I was given a journal, a notepad, a heart-shaped mirror, and a silver filigree cross necklace. (Woo hoo!)
It's such a relief to me that my grandma is doing so well now that she's living with my mom. She's getting excellent care (as well as getting her "hair did" on a regular basis), and I think she's actually happy there. Check it out.
And to top it all off, my bestie, Shrinky Dink, came over with her
It truly was a happy birthday.
P.S. E.B.P. is an acronym I made up for the phrase Eye Ball Problem. E.B.P. typically refers to a condition that causes strangers to stare at you for extended periods of time. As in, "What is she staring at?! I guess she has E.B.P.!" A second, less common usage refers to an actual physiological issue with an actual eyeball. Remember when I had poison ivy on my eyelid? It was skirting E.B.P. territory. I now have something else going on, and I need your armchair diagnosis. See this?
A week or so ago, I developed a sharp pain and pressure in my eyeball. I pressed on it in an attempt to relieve the pressure, and was rewarded with what felt like an ice pick to the ol' sclera. And now I have this pink thing going on. Any idea what it could be?