||[Jan. 15th, 2007|01:32 pm]
|||||Judge Hatchett on TV.||]|
It's my birthday. I'm 37 now. Only divisible by myself. And ONE. Since I share the same birthday as Martin Luther King, Jr., I get yet another day off of school -- only because it fell on a Monday this year. This is NOT good for my habit of procrastination. I have a LOT of reading to catch up on as I have been lounging on my unexpected days off. I do, however, have to go to work tonight. So there. I got a call from my sister, my brother (the one who drove me here) and my nephew (the son of my oldest brother who died. My brother has taken over the fathering and is very sweet and funny with him). I also got a call from this brother's older dauther who I always tease with rap lyrics: "I know you're out there hating...patrolling. Trying to catch me riding dirty. Aren't you?" I ask her every time we talk. I say it in such a soft dead-pan way that she cracks up as it's the antithesis of Chamillionaire. "That song's so old, Auntie Lula," Li'l D will giggle. It still cracks her up, though. Who says kids today don't get irony? tee, hee.