...but when the day starts with a birthday present† in the mailbox‡ from Secret Pal§ and Southern Crane Porn¶ from Kim#... well it's only my birthday,†† but it's at least worth shouting out to my thoughtful and wonderful friends.
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): I pulled it out of the mailbox on the way to work, so no pictures, but it's an elegant little Malabrigo and music package... purple Malabrigo laceweight and a purple-swathed CD that goes straight in the player when I get in the car. Although it's tempting to just put it on here in the office and play the "it's my birthday" card if someone wants to complain. Oh! Oh! And a GOTH birthday card that even has a SKULL on it!
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Hey, I just went to the mailbox on Tuesday and y'all know I don't go that often, but if there's the hope of gifts, I'm there.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): Glinda restored my faith in Secret Pals and New Secret Pal may even top that. This is so cool.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): Her words. I love them, so I will steal them.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): Thus:
††FOOTNOTE (ddouble-ccrossed): And birthdays that don't end in zero aren't as much worth fussing about.