Yup. It's my birthday (at least, for another couple of hours). Me and the Queen. No card from her again this year. I know she's 80, but sheesh! Get a butler to do it, lady!
Been at a conference all week and am pure-T fried right now. Tomorrow I start moving my life into storage or shipping small bits of it on to New York. My farewell flight out of Atlanta is 8:45 Saturday morning, April 29. I can't even see the tunnel, much less the light at the end of it.
Think I'll just go to bed and hope for the best. Tomorrow is another day, sez Scarlett.
And now, as Birthday Queen (the real Birthday Queen, not that pretender on the throne of England) - I command you all to have a most fantabulous weekend. Remember to knock back a wee little drinkie in my honor. Cheers!