Birfday

Ok so as birfdays go it was not too bad. I got woken up to my phone shrilling "HELLO,MOTO!" (the ring tone assigned to my sponsor). My sponsor had texted me a happy birthday text. How sweet, I was touched, if woken up a half hour early. Well, it gave me a jump start on the day.
Work was work. What can you say about washing dishes and making thirty country fried steaks? Not much. But it was made good by Liz stopping by with: can you believe: Creme brulee!

Crème brûlée!!!!!!!

AND, a very large pumpkin. Which I intend to carve here in a couple days. My roommates want me to save the seeds for roasting. I lost my taste for them a few years back, so they can have 'em.
When I got home, not only was Dexter Season Two Finale waiting for me in the mailbox, but my roommates had 1) got me presents and 2) baked a cake from scratch. Chocolate.
Sweet! I got a Nike golf shirt (watch out Tiger Woods) and nice green button down oxford. Very butch.
It was so sweet! And can you imagine, a cake from scratch? Just for me? I tell ya, are these not the best roomamtes on the planet?
And to think I almost got a place of my own. *sigh*
Tomorrow I go meet the guy to buy the trumpet. It's a Holton, a good brand: I'm excited. I warned my roomies about it, and when I told them they told me that Linda used to play the banjo.
So I'm looking for a banjo for her on e-bay... she says she hocked hers, and it was worth four thousand... I know the feeling. I hocked my trumpet to buy tickets for Amadeus in D.C.
and never got it out of hock... I'm such a dipshit.
But back then I couldn't play anymore anyway, since my teeth were so messed up. But I've had my canines lowered since then and hope I can play now.
We're going to find out toot-sweet. (Ah, now that was a good pun).
I'm going to post a pic of Bleu with his latest kill, and a picture of the cake: