One last post for the day… CONGRATULATIONS TO RON AND CINDY! Yep, my dad’s getting married today!

Notre Dame blew out their first round opponent… but now we face top-ranked Duke. Hopefully St. Paddy’s day will give us some Irish luck!

How cute! I just went to my “My Yahoo” page and noticed a little birthday cake icon up at the top. Yahoo wished me a happy birthday! And they even have a page that tells you all about the other stuff that happened on your day.

I’m not going to be answering the Friday Five this week, since it’s all about animals and most animals scare me. So my answers wouldn’t be that interesting. In fact, you’d just make fun of me.

Add yourself to the Globe of Blogs! What a great idea. This is the kind of directory the blog community’s been needing for a while. I’d be much more likely to read the site of someone from my area or hometown. And hopefully, I’ll be the first Sydneysider on the list! (Link courtesy of Brigita.)

Wow. Snookums treated me to a night to remember. We got all dressed up and headed out for dinner, but he wouldn’t tell me where we were going. When we got out of the cab at Circular Quay and started heading towards the Opera House, I guessed immediately. He had made reservations at the Bennelong Restaurant, which is actually in the small separate “shell”. (Click on the image to see where.) It was amazing. The food was so good. I had the beef tenderloin, he had the lamb. We had wonderful sunset views of the city skyline and the Harbour Bridge. We had wine and champagne and decadent desserts. I can’t recommend it enough. Afterwards we met up with Carrot, Major, and Steve at a bar in the city and spent a couple hours boozing it up with friends. What a night…

As usual, I slept in about half an hour more than the Snook did, which gave him time to slip up to King Street and get me stuff for a special birthday breakfast. And what awaited me when I finally stumbled yawning and blurry-eyed into the living room? A custard tart, sliced strawberries, a dusting of cocoa, and a single long-stemmed red rose. Awwww… And now he’s baking me a cake!

Please note: This is not a Goonie fetishists site. I don’t care if you have dreams about Kerri Green’s underpants. If you leave disgusting comments here, they will be deleted. So don’t bother anymore, okay?

Happy birthday to me! It’s my birthday, get busy! It’s my birthday, get busy!

(Actually, I just realized that it’s technically still the 14th in America. I should probably wait another sixteen hours to celebrate. But I’m not!)

New Poll: In honor of the group therapy session Brigita and I are having, please indicate your position in your junior high social caste system. (For you non-Americans, we’re talking about ages 13-15.)