Happy Birthday to me!

I can has tikkit! For Burning Man! Yeah, after a six-and-a-half hour wait yesterday - they said they were having technical difficulties - I got my order in. It's very likely to lead to some serious aggro with Nibs because she likes to have me around for the first week of school, but you know what?

1. The Wendling will be fourteen (14) years old by then. Chances are he won't want me around, much less need me.
2. No Grand Snip this year. The universe kind of owes me.
3. PTA slavery for the past couple of weeks had me completely meshuggah yesterday. It's a miracle that I only want to strangle two parents out of nearly two hundred.
4. It's been four years, dammit.
5. The theme this year is "Rites of Passage". If that isn't God pointing at me out of the sky and saying, "You! Go to Burning Man!" then what is?

I work in a small, somewhat isolated corner of MyCo's campus. A bunch of us from the GLBT employee association got together for lunch. Good networking, good times. We were all born into the same tribe and we all know it.

I think I've had more birthday wishes this year than ever before. I'm gobsmacked. I'm... squeeing to myself.

I'm old enough to know better, but young enough not to act like it.