Happy birthday to me again!

It was a nice weekend, even if the weather sucked (and by sucked, I mean that it started out sunny and bright, transitioned into hazy and indistinct and ended in grey and depressing). My grandma is doing well, my niece (one day, I'll be able to spell that correctly the first time) is purdy and chubby-cheeked, and Daisy is just as cute as ever.

My brothers, both lacking in funds for different reasons gave me the gift I really wanted: a clean car. They once had an idea to start a car detailing business which has since fizzled out, but they still have a talent for making even an 11 1/2 year-old truck with lots of miles and scratches and dents look beeyutiful. I ordered a printer with a donation from my mom, and my grandma bought me a new pair of sandals for my plantar fasciitis-plagued feet. I got the new Dido CD, and a pair of blue earrings. And my cousin from LA sent a pretty bouquet (the only flowers that have been in my house since the last bunch I bought in August).

And there was lots and lots of chocolate cake. Yum.