Well my birthday has come and gone. I am now officially old. Basically I just try not to think about it. I didn't get my cat wheel, man 2.0 made one, but it had too much friction to turn properly as well as it wasn't all that stable so I'm told. But he did assure me that I "WILL have my cat wheel", it's just a question of when I suppose. So instead of that he got me something equally as awesome: clubman bars and end mirrors for my bike. Right now bikey is getting a few things fixed on her, but I will (hopefully) be getting her back on Saturday. Then putting my delicious delicious bars on. Super yum.
Mom and dad got me 2 pairs of bike gloves, as well as renewed my CAA membership for another year. I locked my keys in my car ONCE in Ottawa a few years ago and since then mom has decided I need CAA. Clearly I'm a reckless child. My sister hasn't gotten me anything as of yet, I have to decide what I want, then she can buy it for me. I had a bonfire and dinner down by the river to 'celebrate' which was nice. Nothing too wild and crazy. Us old people can't handle that anymore dontchaknow!
Roland's been is same old crazy self. He likes to lay in my knitting when I'm trying to knit, and he recently has decided his blanket does not belong in his baskey. He likes to pull it out, which is kind of funny, and he makes this weird noise when he does it too. Yesterday he was trying to get under the blanket to hide. He still pukes semi-regularly (my poor bulimic baby) and bites your hair when you're sitting on the couch. Just the normal shinanigans!
Life's never boring if you have a Bengal!
