I feel like maybe the new Princess could have waited a day to be born. Then I could be like, yeah, Her Royal Highness Princess Charlotte of Cambridge and I share a birthday, no big deal…. Well, at least I share a birthday with Princess Elisabeth of France (sister to King Louis XVI who was executed during the Reign of Terror) and Constantine III (who managed to be the Byzantine emperor for a grand total of 4 months). Bam! You like how I slipped in a little history trivia for you? Learning is fun!
Royalty aside, I had a fantastic birthday weekend. We went to see the new Avengers movie on Saturday (which, not to give anything away if you haven’t seen it, was not as good as I was wanting it to be; the first Avengers movie was better, in my opinion. But Thor and Iron Man are still in it, so I’m not complaining too much!).
Sunday Derrick took me to the city to see the San Francisco Ballet’s Romeo and Juliet (music by Prokofiev). It was really good and beautiful and although I have mixed feelings about Romeo and Juliet (because basically two dumb teenagers with apparently very poor communication skills do things in secret and then a grown adult helps one fake her death because nothing could possibly go wrong with that and they’re so hasty to kill themselves that if they’d just wait a few minutes, it’d all be okay), I actually did feel sad at the end that they died, instead of feeling annoyed because everyone is just being stupid, so I think that means they did a good job with the story.
Besides that, the fact that Derrick was willing (he surprised me with tickets, I didn’t ask to go) to take me to the ballet, and sit through all 2 hrs and 45 minutes, was pretty awesome (because love isn’t what you say, it’s what you do, and if sitting through a ballet for your wife isn’t love, I don’t know what is). He did have one comment about the performance though: “It was….long.”
Bird update…so, I think someone messed with the nest. We haven’t seen a bird on the nest in 4 days. Since both the mom and dad will sit on the eggs, it seems pretty unlikely that they both got eaten. So some jerk probably touched the nest and the poor little eggs in there aren’t going to be little chicks now. And even though I am a jerk and totally hate having to be near birds, I still feel sad/mad about it, which is really ironic. At any rate, I don’t have to worry about my eyes getting pecked out every day, so I guess that’s nice, but now I feel guilty when I walk past those abandoned eggs like somehow I contributed to their demise.
I got my Stitch Fix this weekend and I had mixed feelings about it initially. At first, I was only going to keep the necklace, but then I showed my mom what I got and she thought everything was really cute so then I started to soften towards a few of the items and then I had a mini fashion show for Derrick (he was thrilled, I’m sure; and yes, I did do my best model walk for him and everything) and ended up keeping 4 of the 5 items.
Finally, if you’ve noticed the adorable squirrel in my photo on the side bar, that is Barry Todd Lincoln, the magnetic dress-up squirrel. This amuses me on so many levels. My coworker got him for me because we’ve both read Jenny Lawson’s book Let’s Pretend This Never Happened, which has taxidermy mouse on the cover who is dressed like Hamlet. There’s a theme with her and taxidermy animals and somehow for my coworker and I that mainly now involves us talking about dressed-up squirrels and so this morning Barry was waiting for me on my desk, courtesy of my fabulous coworker. We were having fits of giggles all day because of it because it’s just so perfectly awesome. She suggested naming it Todd (because obviously I have to name it) but I was still debating about it, but then this happened (or something close to this):
Me: I really like Todd, but I also like Barry
Coworker: (agreeing that Barry is also really good since squirrels eat berries and such) Maybe it can have a middle name?
Me: Barry Todd…
Coworker: (not missing a beat)…Lincoln?
Because it’s almost like Mary Todd Lincoln and she was nuts…..
Thank you, I’ll be here all week. Try the veal!