The Other Sandy

You wouldn't believe how hard it is to make LJ entries with one hand, but Elisa hasn't let me put her down for more than 5 minutes since Thursday (and she complains bitterly for the entirety of those 5 minutes).

So I'm not normally one to trumpet my birthday on LJ, but this one is something of a milestone. I'm 40 years old today. I know! I can't believe it either. I have no idea how this happened, aside from my obvious failure to die up to this point. Honestly, I don't even feel 30 yet. This 40 thing just isn't sinking in at all.

It's been 8 years since anyone celebrated my birthday at work, so I was really surprised this year. I had a string of birthday flags bordering the top of my cubicle. The pillar to the right, the end of my filing cabinet, and my shelving unit were covered in wrapping paper that someone with a very good memory taped pictures of Callum Keith Rennie I'd never seen before to (CKR was my desktop wallpaper for years, first in a Due South publicity shot, then in a Twitch City publicity shot; the new pics came from a new movie, The Invisible, and he looked great). I also got a card and treats. Everybody knew that I didn't want any singing, so instead I was serenaded by the Suicide Kazoo Squad, who took their lives in their hands to regale me with "Happy Birthday" played on their kazoos. It was the most fun I'd had on my birthday in years.