bling.

Who needs a husband when you have Jerry Davis? He bought my birthday present a few weeks ago online and when he received it, he couldn't wait to give it to me. So Tuesday, he came over with 2 boxes that screamed JEWELRY. I just about fell out when I opened them. In one box was a periwinkle tanzanite and white gold bracelet. It's not a good picture, but you get the gist.

In the other box was an alexandrite, diamond and white gold ring. I couldn't get a good pic of it either, but it was on the website he ordered it from, so I took the photo from that.

Pretty, huh? Nothing I would ever buy for myself because I'm a cheapskate and not much of a jewelry person, anyway, but needless to say, I was shocked. Holy crap. They are quite beautiful in person. The only real jewelry I've ever gotten (3 pieces now) was from a gay man. Oh well-it's good enough for me and I can only hope he knows how much I appreciate it. The fact that he said I was worth every penny meant more to me than the ring or the bracelet. OK, I'll quit showing off now.

Sunday: My parents, Brad and I saw "Zodiac". Great movie-I never knew the story, so it was probably more interesting for me. It was 2 1/2 hours long. And the most graphic part of the movie (or any movie I've seen, for that matter) wasn't even bloody or gross. 2 people were getting stabbed repeatedly and the camera did not pan away like in most movies. It was the most disturbing thing I've ever experienced visually. Anyway-well worth the money. Yesterday, Brad and I went to see "Reno 911-Miami", which was absolutely hilarious. If you like the show, I won't give away anything because you MUST see the movie, but remember this-Shug Night's birthday party. That's all I will say. I laughed my ass off, but it wasn't one where I laughed so hard I cried, although my stomach got a good workout. We also saw th previews for "Aqua Teen Hunger Force-Colon"- the movie that caused the Boston police department to go apeshit over the the ads for it being placed around town. I can't undertand mistaking a fucking Lite-Brite for a terrorist attack, but whatever.

Poof is now testicle free, as of yesterday. He got some more shots and his ears cleaned out and now he's the perfect furry little man. The vet said every time they walked past him, he would roll over, wanting them to pet him. What a rotten cat. I guess that's my fault, but hell-how can you resist spoiling a soft, squishy kitty that follows you to the mailbox everyday and gives you unconditional love? And people wonder why I love my cats so much.

And lastly, I am going to build a brick patio in the back yard. Hopefully, it will be done by the time my birthday rolls around so the drunk people can have some privacy. Wish me luck.