Birthday Surprises

Also titled: Why I Love My Husband

Yesterday was my birthday. I am now Officially Old plus one. Except that I don't feel old. And I'm not depressed about my age, just the fact that I have no career right now. I'm blaming that one on the economy. If the economy wasn't horrible, I would have a career (hopefully one that I enjoyed) and life would be just peachy.

Besides, how can you be depressed about your birthday when your husband surprises you with a Year of Lace?!?!? The Brain, and here I have to give him a lot of credit because he has historically been not the best gift-secret keeper, signed me up for the Year of Lace over a month ago and never ever gave it away!!! Not even when I bemoaned the passing of the sign-up deadline, or sighed around the apartment one evening after learning that there were still a few spots left, or even when I was depressed about my lack of a job because I could have signed myself up for the club if I had the income at my disposal. (You heard that right--for a brief period of time, I actually wished I had a job not so that I could actually use my education or have a fulfilling career, but so I could buy yarn. I'm hoping a job will come soon and knock that out of my head.)

I am so excited about this club, I hardly know what to do. The first shipment comes in March and I cannot wait. Do I have the best husband, or what?

I will have a knitting update soon. Promise!