Much random ado about nothing......

I'm interrupting Love Week 2009 for this one post. Because it's my birthday. So I can. And I have no guilt wasting away the past few hours on-line even though I have laundry to fold, a kitchen to clean, and a trip to pack for. Because it's my birthday. So I'm freed from those obligations. Right? But I would feel guilty and unproductive if I spent all of this time at the computer and didn't post anything (and I'm not ready to post for Love Week, yet.) So here I am. And guess what today is? It's my birthday. So I'm allowed to give in to to selfish indulgences simply because they make me happy. At least this one time a year, anyway. Oops, I'm forgetting Mother's Day. OK that gives me another wasteful day to look forward to! And my 1/2 birthday which is in exactly 6 months. So 3 wasteful days. But I like even numbers so let's use Groundhog Day, too... Oops... I missed that one. I'll make it up on Arbor Day.
So now that I've rambled on and on about nothing (which I am allowed to do because it's my birthday, mind you) I will share my thoughts with you. And I have some things to get off of my chest.
I'm wierd. Some of you know this. Some of you don't. And if you don't believe me then here's some proof. I "air-type". I'ts kind of like air guitar but I am very subtle and incognito about it. You see, I have this invisible keyboard (in my mind) and when I hear people talk, or when I listen to songs or watch a movie, I type the words. Not always. But often enough to be concerned for myself. I even "backspace" if I know I spelled incorrectly or didn't capitaize or punctuate appropriately. I started this crazy, borderline OCD habit when first learning to type in 5th grade. It helped me learn the key placement on the keyboard but I have not been able to kick this annoying habit. Not that I've really tried. It's been going on for about 12 years now. So if you see a slight tapping of my fingers just know that it's not because I'm bored with our conversation. It's just because I'm weird.
I also memorize license plates. I started doing this (accidentally) because there were so many gold Hondas and white Expeditions and silver Durangos on the road that I never knew if it was one of my friends until it was too late to wave. My friend Caroline does this, too but she's super sweet & drop-dead gorgeous so she can get away with it. I'm not calling her wierd, though. Only myself. (And since it's my birthday I can excuse anyone I want from being classified as weird.)
I killed a bee today. Just for fun. It landed on my windshield. I turned on my window cleaner and swiped it to death. Now I'm guilty. I'll never eat honey again.
Then I parked in a handi-capable stall for about 20 seconds while I checked my mail. I hope the local law enforcement is not scanning the web for confessions. It would stink to be arrested for such a heinous charge on your birthday.
So that's it. I feel lighter somehow. And I guess I'll go be productive. Because it's my birthday. And I can be productive if I want to.