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Well, the title is a great indication of the mood of this post. I am soooo loved and blessed to be related to people as generous, supportive and kind. My best friend and her wife had birthdays both today and Sunday (the 26th and 27th), and had a party planned for Saturday. Now, I was "sick" to work Saturday.. my poor pants were just too ill to make it in. It happens from time to time. So, I went, helped spiffy up the house for her dad, and for us to just sit around and do whatever without going "well, shit, another can" (it also happens), her dad came, and started to bestow presents - only he started with me. I looked at him, surprised, since it wasn't my birthday.. not even for 4 more months! I figure, it's George. He has always been slightly bent, if not crazy, and it's probably just him trying to add to the goofiness factor, it's what he does. We sit down, and he shoves a box at Liz and tells her to start.. it's a Georgeball - a bunch of stuff wrapped in crepe paper in a ball.. you remove the paper and unearth layers of stuff.. I lost count at the number of socks he gave her, but it took her a while to get through it all. Liz, Cathy and I all got a bunch of VHS tapes, some with B grade movies, most with SNL sketches and comedians. I got Dr Phibes! (funny, I had just talked to Krista's beau about the movie, and lo and behold, there it was!)
So, Liz is unwrapping the ball of doom, Cathy and I are tearing through our tapes of doom (she got a bunch of James Bond movies.. THAT'S cool) and they tell me there's more for me. More? It's not my fucking birthday. It's theirs, but THEY were in on it. Here I thought George was killing 3 birds with one stone, and they were all in on it! I open the big pink bag first, and right on top is a doll.. but not just ANY doll, a French vampire doll. My very own French Vampire. Oh, Oh they are very, VERY good. I have been reading the Anita Blake series, and have been quite taken with Jean-Claude. For weeks, I have said "I need a French vampire." See what happens when you tell creative people something? They make it happen. They took a Wedding Ken doll, and pimped him out, decked his jacket with lace, put a black wig on him.. Oh, Ken, you never looked sooo good. So, I got my own Jean-Claude. I turned a unique shade of purple-red, but there was more. OH yes, there was more. under him was a ducky with vampire fangs (fans who have gone to Laurell K Hamilton's site will know the "tub toy" I'm talking about.. AT this point, I am furiously blushing and giggling stupidly. and everyone is watching me with glee. Damn people who love me. But UNDER all that was a shirt... it says "Jean-Claude slept here" OH.. THEY ARE GOOD. VERY VERY good. I have never glowed both from embarrassment and joy QUITE like this. :) in the 2nd bag is a bag of Starbucks coffee (YAY) , a bag of chocolate covered espresso beans, a gift card (OOOOOO) and a mug that has been personalized... to read (get ready for it) "Coffin Bait for Jean-Claude"


I am loved loved loved loved loved and I don't even care that they picked on me so mercilessly.

It was my birthday in August - I have never been a Virgo before, it was really cool. :)