So it IS my birthday today, and thanks to the interwebs, loads of people are wishing me a good one.

Which is very sweet, but also makes me uncomfortable and squirmy, because I kinda hate having the spotlight on me.

On the other hand, all my squeeing about seeing Conan the Barbarian, and Jason Momoa, inspired my husband to ask said Momoa to hold a sign up wishing me a happy birthday while he was at the husband’s workplace. So that’s a good thing. I’m still blushing.