Happy Birthday to Me, Part #3

More gifts came in the mail! First was the lemon-scented Yankee Candle. I suspect that was from my Cousin Rose, but there was no note so I'm not 100% sure. While I appreciate the thought and like the scent, this will be a regift. Candles just aren't safe here with my feline roommates.

Speaking of cats, I got a page-a-day cat trivia calendar. I suspect this is from my oldest friend, but again, no note. There was a time when she and I exchanged page-a-day calendars every year, so I really hope she did choose this for me. It would mean a welcome return to normal as she battles bipolar disorder. (But she's not answering my texts, so I wonder if her mood downshifted between when she picked the gift and its arrival.)

Then there's the personalized water bottle from Mme. Snarky Pants. How perfect is this? OK, so the one she sent is ginormous and my name is not Melissa, but you get the idea. It's especially fitting because of something that happened to me at work yesterday. I was in the storage room, searching for an empty carton to store the unsold Halloween merchandise. ZAP! I solved the mystery I've been reading. All the pieces just snapped into place. So clearly while my body was at the card shop, my attention was really on the case in 1990s Miami with fictional crime reporter Britt Montero. This mug just reinforces that Snarky "gets" me. 

Birthdays and holidays have been hard since John and Henry died. I'm glad – I'm lucky! – I have people who still fuss over me.