Since I moved away, my parents never call me on my birthday. I always have to call them after a long day of whining about them not calling me, and every time, my dad will answer the phone "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" My folks don't have caller ID, so I wonder, does he answer the phone like that all day? Or does he really know it's me? Well, I've complained about it for at least the last 12 years and low and behold, my dad called me this morning! So, it must really be my birthday :)
On another note, I have been making stuff this week, I really have. I'd show you, but the internet here is super sketchy. Guess that's what happens when 400 people try to check email at the same time. I've had to start this post like 4 times. **grumble** I promise to share when I finally make it home. And the pictures from the Space Needle at night... AMAZING!