well, well, well. i used to think that i needed a huge colossal party to have fun. i still enjoy parties and wouldn't complain if i had one; but now that i am older and a mum, i have different joys that make my natal day complete.

probably the highlight of the day (thus far – it ain't over yet, y'know) was walking the aisles in the supermarket today with BS and BC (beloved child), the latter of whom is 3. now BC, apropos of nothing, says “mommy, i can't tell you what i got you for your birthday.” pause. “I got you socks!”

BS was incredibly chagrined. i laughed so hard that people were staring at me. (attention: lunatic on aisle 3!) BC, of course, only thought that i was giddy with the joy of her future present (which, by the way, was awesome. y'see, my daughter has my JAPpy grandmother's spirit in her. we were in nordstroms last week, and she immediately ran over to these funky Steve Madden socks and screamed, “mommy! you HAVE to have these! you MUST get them! NOW!” after recounting this tale to BS, i guess they took a little trip back to nordie's and VOILA! i now have some really funky socks. **and** a digital camera from BS, i might add. thanks, BS! you rock!) anyway, the look on BS's face was worth the price of admission.

the workmen are working on a saturday across the street, and i have to put on music so that BC will nap amidst the BOOM BOOM sounds. but nothing's gonna spoil my day. *nothing* i tell ya. we had a lovely walk on roosevelt island, marred only by one moron who refused to leash his two wolfhounds and let them shit all over the damn park. i am getting so tired of people who believe that rules apply to everyone *but* them.

but it's my birthday. i won't dwell on some DC asshole. maybe they can shit in the District, but not on my national parkland, mister. take your dookies elsewhere!