How I won't be spending my birthday

With a black eye. Because a person should have a black eye on her birthday only once in her life. My loyal readers may recall that is precisely what I woke up with on my last b-day, after having drunkenly tumbled out of bed and connected with the floor (and a couple other breakable items). But rest assured, I am planning a much more low-key, and unless something goes terribly awry today, non-black-eyed birthday tomorrow. After last year's debacle, a massage and a quiet dinner out will be more than enough excitement for me.

It's also, sadly, looking like I won't be an aunt on my birthday, but since my sister's due date is still three days away, I guess that's not too much of a surprise. Oh well - the wait for my new niece or nephew continues.