Happy birthday, Ceri, only one day late! (Although I think I can be excused for the lateness of the blog entry, seeing how I was with her in person for most of the day, yesterday…)

Stellar proof of Ceri’s generosity: she gave my husband and I tickets to go see Stuart McLean tomorrow night. On her own birthday, she gave these plums to us.

She rocks.

And she now has ass-kicking boots. Like a combination of something space-age, and something out of The Matrix. Fear her.