They say it's your birthday...

Oh, wait, no, it's mine! A rousing rendition of "Happy Birthday" from the students in the writing center, an e-card from a great faculty member, a check from the in-laws, flowers from the 'rents (and a card is on its way, but after *gulp* 31 years, mother dearest still hasn't figured out there's no mail on my birthday!), Tori Amos in concert (back in October) from the hubby (along with a mysterious bag on the dining room table that I can't open because he's not home yet), and a free ice cream from Cold Stone Creamery's birthday club! Oh, wait, scratch that last one! The one Cold Stone near me (that I drove to first through rush-hour traffic because hello? FREE ice cream!? From Cold Stone?!?! On my birthday?!? Sign me up ASAP!) was closed for NO REASON. So I drove another 15 minutes to the one that's actually closest to my home and that one? Closed FOR GOOD. All I wanted was some free ice cream! Sheesh!

Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday dear MEEEEEE, happy birthday to ME!