Wednesday, we celebrated a very special birthday here in Shadowland.
It was so special, that even the rehearsal lords at the school cooperated, which meant that by 4:00, the whole family was free from our various obligations.
It was so special, that the massage gods granted mercy on my, and let my body not go into exhaustive melt-down at the end of Clinicals (the fun day during which we go in at 11:30, prepare our spaces, and then do three massages back-to-back, with only 15 minutes between the time one massage ends and the next begins - more on that in another post). So I had actual energy to be THERE to celebrate.
The postal gods were not as kind, and thus, the birthday celebrant has only IOU's to show for the day.
Despite the fact that there are probably thousands of pictures of our celebrant on Facebook, she was a bit camera shy.
Who is that person? You mean you can't recognize her from the black fingernails and ginger hair?
I'll give you some hints.
She's bright and witty (though lately her wit has become a bit ascerbic). She's got an uncanny ability to remember exact lines from a dizzying number of movies and TV show episodes. Despite having a mother who is only marginally adept at applying make-up, she's came into the world with a talent for applying make-up that some professionals wish they had.
She may hide from the camera, but when she's behind it, she takes some pretty amazing pictures.
She is talented, and responsible, and fun.
She has an internal radar for bargains that means that her wardrobe is larger than mine, by a lot, though she buys it all herself, using only allowance money (and the earnings from occaisional baby-sitting). She's thrilled with birthday gifts of gift-cards from her favorite stores, and always manages to stretch them into at least twice as many clothes as anyone else would be able to buy.
I'm sure you'll be shocked to discover that she plays in the band. (Well, maybe not.) Since she plays trombone, it's usually hard to get a decent picture of her in concert. The last one I took was at least four years ago.
Not to mention foxy enough to make a parent nervous.
she's a ginger.
This week anyway.
But whatever her hair color, she's one of my favorite people.
happy birthday Bookworm.