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Lance is now on his flight from Denver to Seattle. He had a delay in Denver, but it wasn't long and they said they would make up the time in-flight so he'll still arrive here at his scheduled time.

I have a lot to do today...mostly household chores. Dusting, vacuuming. I need to trim the rose bushes because they've gotten ridiculously tall. And there are beautiful blooms on them right now, so I might as well make myself a bouquet while I'm at it. I need to sweep the patio and clean off the patio furniture.

I should also stop by the grocery store and pick up some lemonade. Just in case we have any teetotalers at the barbecue tomorrow night. As for myself, I shall be wining with my dining. It is my birthday, after all.

Didn't sleep well last night. Had a lot on my mind. And Reece woke me up this morning and wouldn't let me go back to sleep. Once she's determined to get out of bed, she won't allow her humans to stay in bed.

So...an explanation, followed by a question:

There was a bad accident yesterday on I-5. A 20 year old man slammed his car into a minivan, which included 7 kids and 2 adults (one of whom was pregnant). Nobody in the minivan was wearing a seatbelt, including very young children. A 2 year old was life-flighted to a local hospital with life-threatening head injuries.

Yes, the accident was not the fault of the minivan driver, but THERE WERE KIDS WITHOUT SEATBELTS OR CAR SEATS. One of these kids is fighting for his life. Shouldn't the adults in the minivan be charged anyway? The news stations reported that the authorities don't think charges will be filed. This really pisses me off. I think because the only reason why I'm sitting here typing this right now is because I wore a seatbelt. I can't believe people would neglect something so simple that could save lives.

Good Things

Lance is home! His flight got in on time. I thought I would be late getting to the airport, because I stopped at the self-serve car wash on the way there and he texted me to tell me that he landed right as I pulled out of the parking lot (with still a ways to drive before I got there). But I beat him to the baggage claim in the end. I guess his plane taxied for awhile before it got to the gate.

So we got the luggage and got home without incident. I took Reece out back while Lance snuck in with his luggage. The thing is, she saw movement out of the corner of her eye, saw him coming in through the front of the house, and went completely insane. She was jumping up and down like a puppy on a pogo stick. Lance came out to see her and it took a considerable effort to get her calmed down.

After he got settled in and changed, we had lunch. Then we went to the park to play fetch with Reece.

It's been a quiet afternoon. I got a little cleaning done already. I'll have to get the outdoor stuff done tomorrow and get set up for the barbecue. There is a slight chance that we'll have some storms this evening, so I don't want to clean up the patio only to have to do it again tomorrow.

I just came back from Target, where my main mission was to grab a new pack of Hanes sports bras. I like the ones with spaghetti straps. I can wear them underneath my tank tops and camisoles all summer and they don't look like bra straps. The ones I have now are getting stretched out. Target didn't have any though, so I guess I'll have to look at the base exchange next time we go. Although looking at the Hanes website, it doesn't appear that they make them any longer. Damn. I don't know where to get something like that now.

I had a few other things I had to get there anyway, so mission accomplished in that regard.

And now...to relax for the rest of the day with Lance and the pup.

Oh...and for a little side note of squee...one of my very favorite former clients contacted me today to ask me if I do any art writing/editing. She was the one who invited me to the cocktail reception at the Museum of Glass in April. She thought we could collaborate on a project. So I'm going to see what, if anything, comes of that. I would love to continue working with her.

When I'm thirty-four...

So far I've gotten birthday wishes from Germany, where it's now just after 6 am on the 11th. My friend Lisa - who lives here in Seattle - sent me those wishes via Facebook. She's getting ready to fly back to Vancouver from Munich, will hang out in Vancouver until the 12th, and then will be back here by Saturday. Lance and I have plans to meet up with her on Saturday to hang out and hit up Pike Place Market and such. She is encouraging us to park in her neighborhood and take the bus, which is exactly what we'll do. I think Volunteer Park is near her apartment, so I would like to check that out too. I heard the views of downtown are spectacular from there.

Paula just texted me from Ohio, where it's just past midnight. "You're 34 in Ohio," she said. I texted her back with, "I'm still 33 in Seattle."

HAHA.

Breakfast at Wild Wheat in the morning. I'm strongly leaning toward the smoked salmon omelet. That, and their toasted rustic sourdough with homemade strawberry jam. I'm getting all swoony just thinking about it.

Lance and I were bad and opened up the carton of ice cream in the fridge that I was saving for my birthday cake. It's not like I can't get more. I have to stop by Hollywood Video anyway, since they called earlier and said I get a free rental tomorrow. So I'll run into Target and pick up more ice cream.

It's been a good day. And tomorrow will be good too. I hope I have a lot to look forward to at age 34. I hope things finally start to happen with regards to my writing.