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Some gifts I have gotten for my birthday, which is on Thursday, or more like tomorrow, but there has been no waiting involved. Just wonderful things for me to love. I think my plan is to go out for lunch with just my mum, to take her out, because its true that it is her birthday too. (Something she's been saying for years, but of course now I get it.)

 From Greg, its not just a book, its a bible.

A chair and sheepskin from my mum. These are also for the purposes of sewing, and comfort of course.

From Bubzee; a haircut. For the purpose of looking suave while I am sewing. Of. Course.

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Initially for my birthday, all I wanted was the time to go for a bike ride with Greg, and maybe a haircut. I haven't cut my hair in a while, and I'm growing a tradition in my head of birthday cuts for all, even though Greg, true to father form, protests me cutting Olive's hair when she turns one (we will see), and I am not so sure that I don't want to hold out longer and let my bangs shade the views. The ends are getting pretty nubbly I have to say.
But, if anyone wanted to spend money on me I want the winter session of yoga that we cannot afford here. One class per week. Or even better; a babysitter once a week so that I could actually attend classes, since they are all before Greg even gets home from work. blrrrg.