Here it's is, a little after 6:30am on my birthday morning (one should not waste a minute of the most wonderful day of the year you know), watching The Inbetweeners because Le Mistral is blowing about the satellite thingy something fierce again, and a dvd was really the only way to go (if you haven't see the Inbetweeners, do yourself a favor and check it out - it's seriously funny), and waiting for The Husband to defrost the pipes with my hairdryer. Because, the freezing cold mistral has blown the pipes frozen. But it's OK, the most wonderful day of the year usually happens to fall on the coldest day of the year as well, and I'm used to it. I have spent some birthdays in NYC where I actually thought my face would freeze right off.
But today being classified as the most wonderful day of the year is really contingent on whether or not those pipes get unfrozen. And that's all I have to say about that.
oh, and thanks mom.
you know for the whole labor and birth and stuff.