Friday night I went out with my family to celebrate my brother getting his diploma. It was yummy. Not the diploma, the food. My Aunt and Uncle started in again on how wonderful I am for being me and not making any excuses for it. Which, I mean, I don't think that's something I should be praised about. It made me uncomfortable. I'm flattered that they think I am wonderful, I think highly of them too. No matter what I said (and I tried a simple thank you)they kept on and on. I didn't know what else to do.
Saturday night I went to see Wicked for my birthday. My sister, mom, adopted sister, and cousin/sister went. It was flawless. I had a wonderful time. Great show. Wendy bought me a lovely t-shirt. Momi bought dinner, and Shawna and Lisa picked up my ticket. It was a perfect evening.
I had yesterday comepletely off! It was wonderful! after a slumber party with Shawna and Wendy, then breakfast, I went home and spent all the rest of the day there! I worked on business (made more that the Punk Rock Craft Fair than I thought I did!) made a purse out of one of Biker Bob's pairs of jeans that he made me, worked on embroidery, made a pin cushion (wasn't nearly as cute as it was in my head, sadly) watched movies (4 of them!!) and was in bed asleep by 10:30!! Glorious! couldn't ask for a better day.
Derby tonight. I'm a little nervous.