Aging and Action Dollies--Whoo!

I meant to do an entry for my birthday last Thursday, but things got to feel too hectic. Today I'm home sick from work with one of those kind of comforting general body lethargies with just enough throat scratchiness to let you know it's a virus and not just stress, but not so bad it's that uncomfortable--one of those colds you catch because your body wants you to slow down for the day and stay in bed, and that's what I did most of the day. So not so bad at all.

I indulged in some consumer pleasures on me birthday, involving a gorgeous ranunculus plant and some herbs for my window sill, and two new action figures. I found a Galadriel figure at the KB toys and she is such an absolute diva of an action figure with those wonderful dramatic hands--my new toy makes me smile.(-: See? And I got an Eowyn in the lovely purple gown--hey, who cares that she never wore purple in the movie--it's purple! And she looks lovely nuzzling with my Arwen action figure.

So it was a mostly nice day except for ( death and angst; what more could you want? )

And I haven't seen much mention on the news, or any on my flist, of this delightful-except-it's-the real-fucking-world world leader wank fest from last week, so I think I will include it here because it amuses me in that droll way, and droll is such a nice word so here's ( Putin telling his best buddy Dubya what's what )