Wednesday, December 1, 2010

it's your birthday, here, hold a heart

Apparently, there's some social norm which, when faced with the requirement to do work on our birthday, stops us from stamping our feet and saying but it's my BIRTHday!

I disapprove. When I'm queen of the world this will be acceptable. As a summer vacation baby, I'm still not quite used to the idea of people having to do things on their birthday. But, people get sick, and yesterday Y spent his birthday standing in the back of an operating room for a 7 hour bypass surgery. I don't know whether this was better or worse than the birthday where I brought him Greek food that made him throw up, but, it's life.

I totally would have stamped my feet though. Just saying.

Luckily, the patient finally got their heart put back in their chest and Y got to leave the sterile field and go out to dinner with his classmates, who could commiserate.


And since one of our friends was shocked that I didn't take a "high-res picture of the candle" on our table(apparently I take too many pictures), here's a picture of another random object.


3 comments:

  1. I'm all for stomping around on your birthday. I'm going to try it this year and see how far I get. Happy Birthday to Y!!!

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  2. oh boy, kanishk does look like a dirty moroccan but last night was really fun.

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