(I am including The Sister in that, whose wishes came via Facebook. She also quoted Star Trek at me, which given she's never watched it as far as I am aware, had me rather puzzled for a large amount of this morning.)
Anyway, onto other topics.
I went and picked up the Mysterious Parcel of Mysteriousness from the post office. Which was, to not a huge amount of surprise, a birthday present for me. From my Mum, to be precise.
However, the contexts were a different matter.
See, what my Mum got me for my birthday was, of all things, a purple velvet hooded cloak.
Which is just completely and utterly random. Also? Hilarious.
'Cos I certainly never saw that coming.
And I do mean hilarious. I opened it up on the tram to Uni, and literally burst out laughing.
(And as a side not to Mum, since I know she reads this sometimes: random does not mean bad. Just... unexpected. And bringing me amusing mental images of you shopping for it)
Anyhow, aside from that I just got gift vouchers, and, you know, money. Which is only to be expected given I never actually got around of making up a list of requests.
...And now I'm going to go back to giggling about my cloak.