I dunno about you... but I'm feeling 122.

Another birthday, come and gone. It was last week. My birthdays are just about as low-key as you can possibly get (no party/gathering, no singing, no watching me open presents), but my mother always sets a table for me. It's always pink. It's like she knows me, or something.

Not to be tacky in posting pictures of the presents I was given... but they were very pleasingly color-cohesive!

I cannot wait to get to either of these craft stores I received gift cards for. I have a list of stuff I need to get, including glossy varnish, spray paint, fabric, and as always, yarn!

Most excitingly, I have bought my dad and I tickets to go see "Weird Al" Yankovic in a week or so.  (Retitle of this post: "I don't know about you, but I'm feeling 12.")

It'll be my second time seeing him, although I rarely go to concerts of my own volition. I might not go see him, but I got the notion this could be something for my dad and I to do together. Oddly, my dad has always liked Weird Al. I mean, I shamelessly think he is a genius and always have and always will. I enjoy going on Weird Al listening sprees.  I have b-side-level favorites (when "Biggest Ball of Twine in Minnesota" comes on I'm all, "THIS IS MY JAM!").  But my dad liking him is funny to me. He loves "Amish Paradise" -- which is legit great, of course, but still, on some level it tickles me that my rather stoic dad has a fondness for Weird Al.

I don't think he knows any of the songs Al has more recently parodied but I know the live show consists at least half of his well-known hits, so you know "Fat" will be in the mix.

Mostly, I just really want to spend time with my dad, and "Weird Al" is probably the one concert we could ever go to together and enjoy almost equally.