Birthday winding down.

Thank you all for your birthday wishes. Weirdly, this has been rather anticlimactic as birthdays go; between having the party several days early, and having the actual birthday immediately follow two days of Rosh Hashanah*, and having Menschen rehearsal tonight preclude any birthday outing in the usual mode... well, it's been low-key. (Maybe this is an argument for that 33-1/3 b'day party next February 6.) However, my new bosses got me a lovely cake, and I got to see my sweetheart, and tomorrow I'm getting taken out for birthday dinner, and... life is good.

*Rosh Hashanah went fine. The singing gig, y'know. And nice dinners with good friends.

Since I've been posting so little of late, I will succumb to a meme:
Google for "[your name] needs": (EDIT: I'm now sorting these into categories for amusement value.)

From the department of Randomness:

Erica Needs No Defense From Me, However...

Erica needs to travel to England to recover gold owed her family and restore the family's good name. (Rah!)

From the department of A Little Too Poignant For Comfort:

Erica needs the structure and love of a family.

Erica needs to come home (come home...)

Erica needs to make some tough choices

So keep the prayers coming. Erica needs them.

Erica needs all the help and all the heroes she can get.

Erica needs a good home willing to commit to her for her future.

From the department of Heh, So I'm Told:

Erica needs a girl.

Erica needs a big reality check.

From the department of You Can Say That Again:

Erica needs a story that doesn't involve her screaming or threatening people

All Erica needs to do is plug her source reduction or recycling data into the appropriate cells in the excel tool, (actually it's budget data for manufacturing costs, but hey.)

Erica needs subject in the subject lines.

Erica needs articles. She’d like to have the newsletter out by the next brotherhood meeting.

... Yuh-huh.
What Erica wants on the other hand is an upgrade to her stompy boots, but no luck so far. Even Teddy Shoes and Zappo's have very little to offer. Ah well. Trash must go out, and chanaleh must to bed.