the beautiful 29th

I saw this on someone else's blog and decided to steal it immediately. I like schtuff like this:

One word responses only! (And if you truly love me, you'll copy and paste it into the comments and fill in your own responses.)

The Day: Anna's
Your Last Meal: cereal
What You Just Heard: Xerox
You Can't Live Without: love
What You Wish You Could Be: thin
Your Bed: flannel
Currently Feeling: hungry
Word You Hate: panties
Afraid Of: carjacking
Subject You Loved In High School: English
Your Toothpaste: Crest
Unfinished Project: stockings
Your Hands: big
Your Co-Workers: strangers
What You Like For Breakfast: cereal
Who Annoys You: drivers
Most Recent Purchase: gas
Wishing For: dog
Favorite Ice Cream Flavor: Oreo
Unsure Of: fertility
Last Person You Talked To On the Phone: Dad
How You Relax: tv
Your Shirt: pink
Celebrity You Drool Over: McConaughey
Celebrity You Despise: Gottfried
Where You Were Last Night: home
Where You Will Be Tomorrow: home*

*if the meteorologists are correct, there will be a sheet of ice on the ground covered by several inches of snow. If I wake up to these conditions, it will be extremely tempting to stay home. I'm very much a lazy hedonist, and I can't imagine anything more lovely than snuggling up on the couch with my cats and all the daytime tv I adore and never see (Rosie! She's back on tv!) with the shades pulled all the way up so I can see the snow accumulate on the large pine tree outside. Normally Micah would be home to keep me company on a day like that because ya can't pour concrete in the freezing rain/snow, but he managed to get a snowy-day job driving a snow plow! He could also be spreading salt. Or both. He also said he could be gone for three days! They have to go until the streets are finished. That makes me sad, but the money is good.

In other news....

Happy Birthday, Anna! Can I share one of my favorite stories about you? I'll keep it short.

One day we were sitting at the coffeehouse and decided we really, really missed Heidi, who lived in Ithaca, NY at the time. In less than an hour we were packing our bags and fueling up my Tercel. Thirteen hours later, we arrived safe and sound. That's exactly the type of spontaneous adventure that gets my blood pumping, and I'll never forget how happy we were while driving away from St. Louis. That's also the trip when the rotted, writhing bag of potatoes was discovered in my trunk. Shuddup.

One more? Visiting you in Santa Cruz, the only time I've been to California. We got drunk at your kitchen table while listening to Marry Me Jane on repeat.

I hope your birthday is fantastic. You're a superstar, yes, that's what you are. And yes, 27 does seem a whole lot older than 26, but don't worry...we're all right behind you.