In Honor of GDL and His Birthday....
Mar. 27th, 2011 09:56 pmMe: Today is Gareth’s birthday! *Pause* Well, tomorrow, but it's today in Wales.
Mom: So soon after yours?
Me: *Blinks* Yes…how dare he?
Mom: *Chuckles* Are you doing anything to celebrate?
Me: I was thinking of taking him down to the pub….*Rolls eyes*
Mom: No, I mean like you celebrate Oscar’s or Elizabeth’s birthdays.
Me: I don’t think he’s quite reached that status yet….*ticks off on fingers* Literary genius ahead of his time, former Queen of England ahead of her time, Welsh guy who was on Torchwood. Nope, doesn’t fit.
Mom: You have to do something!
Me: Well, I was going to drink coffee and listen to Tool before going to work.
Mom: You do that every morning.
Me: Right. I know. *Sigh* I’ll have a piece of birthday cake?
Mom: It’s your cake! Leftovers! It doesn’t count! You have to do something unique! Something special.
Me: *Fake sob* I always knew he was your favorite child! You love him more than me!
Mom: Well, obviously. *Huffs* Was there ever any doubt?
Please note that the entire conversation above took place in completely ridiculous British accents whilst we were fancily smoking cigarettes. It sounded like a bizarre period drama that got crossed with Keeping Up Appearances or something?
HEY! Maybe RTD could use us in his kitchen table dramas! *Bats eyelashes prettily*
(Also note that I’m apparently on first-name basis with all of these people…which is a feat, as 2/3 of them died long before I was born…).
Mom: So soon after yours?
Me: *Blinks* Yes…how dare he?
Mom: *Chuckles* Are you doing anything to celebrate?
Me: I was thinking of taking him down to the pub….*Rolls eyes*
Mom: No, I mean like you celebrate Oscar’s or Elizabeth’s birthdays.
Me: I don’t think he’s quite reached that status yet….*ticks off on fingers* Literary genius ahead of his time, former Queen of England ahead of her time, Welsh guy who was on Torchwood. Nope, doesn’t fit.
Mom: You have to do something!
Me: Well, I was going to drink coffee and listen to Tool before going to work.
Mom: You do that every morning.
Me: Right. I know. *Sigh* I’ll have a piece of birthday cake?
Mom: It’s your cake! Leftovers! It doesn’t count! You have to do something unique! Something special.
Me: *Fake sob* I always knew he was your favorite child! You love him more than me!
Mom: Well, obviously. *Huffs* Was there ever any doubt?
Please note that the entire conversation above took place in completely ridiculous British accents whilst we were fancily smoking cigarettes. It sounded like a bizarre period drama that got crossed with Keeping Up Appearances or something?
HEY! Maybe RTD could use us in his kitchen table dramas! *Bats eyelashes prettily*
(Also note that I’m apparently on first-name basis with all of these people…which is a feat, as 2/3 of them died long before I was born…).
So...Happy Birthday, GDL, my mother's secret favorite child? (I don't even know).
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Date: 2011-03-28 02:06 am (UTC)Your mom is awesome.
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Date: 2011-03-28 02:11 am (UTC)She can be at times. Apparently, when she wants more birthday cake is one of those times.
I just told her that I was going to dance naked around a bonfire in celebration. She asked if I was going to send him pictures, because otherwise she doesn't see how that'd be the least bit helpful to him.
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Date: 2011-03-28 02:14 am (UTC)Also, isn't it too cold for nakedness? I don't know about you, but it's bloody freezing here, bonfires or not. Fucking New England weather.
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Date: 2011-03-28 02:17 am (UTC)Who are you talking to? I rarely get cold. This is PERFECT naked-dancing weather. It means I won't get all sweaty or lethargic, too. :)
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Date: 2011-03-28 02:18 am (UTC)But there's this:
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Date: 2011-03-28 02:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-28 02:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-28 02:27 am (UTC)I need to go to bed now.
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Date: 2011-03-28 02:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-28 02:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-28 02:31 am (UTC)...
Then again, I can't really fork out a lot for shipping.
So direct shipping it is, and a follow up email, card, whatever after that. Yes/yes?
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Date: 2011-03-28 02:31 am (UTC)Wait, that sounds worse than I'd intended.
ETA: Also, tell me how much it comes to and I'll give you half?
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Date: 2011-03-28 02:34 am (UTC)I should have sent John Barrowman one too. *sigh* Next year.
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Date: 2011-03-28 02:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-28 02:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-28 02:48 am (UTC)Hmmm.
"While this may seem ridiculous, you wrote 'What the fuck' on my picture that is now hanging in my cubicle at work. Payback."
No, maybe not that.
I don't know. Nothing in particular, I guess. What are you thinking of writing?
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Date: 2011-03-28 02:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-28 02:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-28 02:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-28 02:56 am (UTC)Should we just print out a picture and mail it and say, "Well, we were going to send you this, but the site is apparently a load of crap and won't let us pay for it. But it's the thought that counts. And no, you don't want to know the thought behind it."?
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Date: 2011-03-28 02:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-28 02:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-28 02:59 am (UTC)There's always next year.
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Date: 2011-03-28 02:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-28 09:32 am (UTC)