Celebrations

So, today I completed another biological year of life.  I celebrated myself by taking the day off of work.  Thus, I stayed up late Sunday night, watching the latest "Downton Abbey" episode (yes, I love it), followed by sleeping in.  Started the morning with pumpkin-blueberry baked oatmeal and a nice big cup of coffee.

 I totally should have hinted at a one cup ramekin to make my baked oatmeal look prettier.

Late morning massage. Aaaaahhh.

Lunch with a friend, I settled on a new place: Tree Haus Bistro.  I ate half of The Madrone (these are my leftovers, which the matron of the establishment wrapped in butcher paper, sealed with a sticker and put into a brown bag for me to carry.  Kind of like she was my super-awesome mom, sending me off with a wholesome lunch).

Much to the horror of my mother (who later remarked she was not traumatized, and I should stop saying so), I made my own "birthday cake".  It was a chocolate peanut butter pie.  Really messy, didn't turn out like I thought, but rich in flavor.  Would you like some? I'm about to force it on my co-workers, as I have so much left.

 A productive afternoon, running a few errands.  Headed over to dinner with the folks.  Mother does a nice job selecting flowers for me.

There was some sesame tofu and rice.  And a too-big slice of the aforementioned pie.  Now, I want to be sick.  But isn't that what your special day is all about?

Today is slightly sweeter, as it is official - after seven years in seventh grade, I've secured a high school position for the fall at a new school.  So blessed, feeling ready to embrace my next year.  :)