best. birthday. ever.

i think i say that every year, and it's all due to how wonderful my friends are. yesterday my mail box was stuffed full of mail that was a) all for me, b) not bills, and c)from my best friends. the only thing that would have topped their wonderful presents would have been to have them in the same room with me, rather than at opposite ends of the country. here's my loot:



between nicole's nasturtium seeds and carrie's sponsorship of cate the great i know what i'll be doing with my free time for the next month or so.

today's off to a good start; john woke me up with his off-key rendition of 'happy birthday' in german and my sinuses are presently being assaulted by the obscene amount of garlic he put in his signature breakfast scramble. the rest of my day will be lazy and consist of art-related errands, dinner with mark, the blazers versus the lakers, and time with the boy. i'm content in my twenty-fourth year.