Dauna Undefined

So today was almost a complete wash… We went to see gran, thinking of it as our birthday celebrations, only to find that she’d made food neither of us liked. I ended up eating broccoli, cole slaw and bread. Then waited a bit on the cake. When I finally decided to have some it took only one bite to determine that the chocolate cake was dark chocolate, and filled with cherries… ewww. I handed dad my plate, telling him she’d obviously made him two cakes by mistake. He’s the one who likes chocolate covered cherries, not I.

Then I went and took a nap while they watched Public Enemy (my gift to my dad). He announced he didn’t like the movie, and then at the end announced that it was pretty good… Ummm… make up your mind? My own gift from them was a wallet… They’ve given me one before this… but it was broken (Did not mention this to them.). This one is not broken, but it is some shade of tan. It looks like something D.A. would have picked out for herself…. not for me. But perhaps she chose it because it is a sensible color that can go with a lot… Still… eh. It also has twenty-five dollars in it… which apparently I’ll be spending on shoes soon, because Gran has decided that I must buy a new pair. She has instructed Dad to take me… so I’ll probably end up going somewhere tomorrow for that purpose. I probably need a new pair… but my feet don’t hurt yet, and that’s all that really concerns me. The scruffiness does not. That simply attests to their being well worn.

On way home I said something about we should go there! (Pointing at random burger joint that I’ve actually mentioned a few times before on our way home, but this time we’re not all happily full… Dad ate only cake.) And then suddenly dad decides we’ll go to DQ for dinner. But of course he has to ask me if I’d prefer Braums. Then DA decides she’d like to go to church… which leaves me mentally groaning, because I feel as if she’s trying to punish us for being so ungrateful as to not eat Gran’s food. On my part I feel as if maybe I should be disappointed in gran not realizing our tastes… or at least our dislikes… But I can’t hold it against her. She may not have long to live… so there’s no use in being angry at her.

DA changes her mind to visiting her sister, and we go to DQ, although dad waffles a bit more first, saying maybe it’s too far… But it’s not that far. Ten minute drive maybe? I was settling in for a thirty minute ride. ha. We had steak fingers that tasted sooo good… either out of hunger or because they were good… Or maybe a combination effect? And then for desert I had a brownie fudge sundae thing. Totally made up for not having a yummy birthday cake.

Also, tonight I rediscovered a comic that I used to read. In some computer transfer I lost the bookmark, and I’ve wondered about that comic ever since. Unfortunately it doesn’t seem to be the very same comic… Obviously the same artist, with much the same in characters, and dress, countries, technology… Even the story is very similar… though not the same I believe. So apparently this is version 2.0. heh. It’s name is heliothaumic… And since I’ve posted this in a blog entry I’ll never lose it again! Yay!

… I should go to bed. It’s going to be hard opening on Tuesday. Night.