bliumchik | I have a piece of crab-shell on my WHAT?

Well, that was a more-or-less acceptable birthday. Saturday's picnic didn't exactly rate high on the Whoopin' Good Time scale, considering, but the people who mattered showed up (or had really good excuses XP) and fresh air is always nice. Also we got visited by random dogs. Really I couldn't expect better given my social skills, my planning skills, my parents and my having just spent half a week in bed (read: on the internet, but wrapped in a blanket with much tea) with the flu. Liza (who rocked up late with an extremely sleepy Stan) handed me a green watermelon-painted balloon with the express instructions of tying it to my glasses OR ELSE. Which was a novel experience. Later we went inside and watched Madagascar. Does anyone have a cap of the penguins in antarctica? I want a "well this sucks" icon.

I just got back from the family do, which was held at CRABSHACK (I'm sorry, I just can't get over that). I had the crab (of course) and managed not to ruin my outfit, although the dip bowl did end up on the floor. The relos, on the other hand, were a complete fiasco. Let me tell you, when you're the birthday girl and sitting at the head of the table, with the mum's family down one side and the dad's family on the other, you can really see where I get my crazy genes from. I mean, at least Grandad has the excuse of going senile.

Well, it wasn't that bad. The food was awesome, anyway. They have really nice apple crumble. And the live musicians, who were just packing up when we arrived, lent my brother a harmonica, and expressed delight and amazement when he attempted to copy the jazz melody that was blasting from the speakers. Which I guess is something to compensate for the crazy genes.