finally may

I filled up my Amazon wishlist with all the bath bombs from Lush I want to buy. It seemed the easiest way to keep track of them. Plus if some random millionaire divesting a fortune finds my list, then they know what to send me. I can hope anyway. Given how those Nigerian princes are still trying to off load their fortunes via email, they should really consider just spending their money that way. Come on rich foreign princes! Send me bath bombs and books!

My birthday is coming at the end of the month. This one actually feels worse, tipping me firmly over into another decade of life. It's a ridiculous feeling and one I hope will pass. That's one of the only things I really miss about childhood - other people arrange the parties and get you cupcakes. Mike is getting the epic birthday this year, with the Grand Canyon.

I wish I felt like the news about Osama bin Laden made me feel like anything would change. I sincerely do hope for someone out there it brings some sort of closure or peace. I just wish it meant we could stop living this insane half life, the post 9/11 purgatory. But I know this doesn't mean they will get rid of the scanners and the groping by TSA agents or any of the other things. I think we're stuck here.

It's 50 degrees according to the thermometer on the porch. Weird. Now if it would only rain.