Spent the evening with my family, having the traditional birthday dinner (soft-shelled tacos, sparkling cider, and strawberries with whipped cream). After dinner, spent time talking with my little brother and being slobbered on and pounced by his two big pit bulls, Chewbacca and Chewie's daughter, Pishka. (Pishka's hyper in a cheerful and friendly way, but fairly bright. Chewie's a good-natured and friendly old man, but unfortunately he's dumb as a rock. Or as my brother puts it, "Not exactly the sharpest knife.")
Got some birthday checks, and a pair of antique gold earrings with emerald and diamond. I have no idea what on earth I will ever be able to wear them with; they're classier than anything else I own! Very pretty, though.
Every birthday card had a horse on it. I think my family knows me well. ;P
