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So, I'm logging into Typepad to post a hello just now, before heading out
to my brother's surprise birthday party (with my sister's birthday party last night & Easter
tomorrow, this weekend is just plain crazy), and look what greets me:

Gulp — goodness.

So, hello!

Last night my sisters-in-law, mom, & I
whipped up a surprise party for Julia. Julia is just stubborn enough to
not happily go-with-the-flow, especially on her birthday.  She fought
the fake plan each step of the way, but never caught on.  Miracle! 
There was even a mild tug-of-war over the newspaper movie-listings. Her
body language growled, "It's my birthday and I want to see
something else."

We had dinner at a great Italian restaurant (she
didn't know her friends would be there), then after presents and fake
goodbyes, we all met back up at my studio for an All-Night Craft-Bash
(big "Surprise!" there). We feasted like a swarm of piranhas on a buffet
of fabric, beads, yarn, felt, and more.  It was awesome.  And here,
Julia thought no one gave a hoot that she was facing the big 4-0.  We've
got your back, Juju.

Now for the next surprise party, Rock Band
for Rybee. Ryan's turning 33. I've got 30 minutes to get there. Should I
shred up a tee shirt, get out the black eyeliner, and rat my hair out
like crazy?  I think so.