Ok, this is very ambiguous.
Do we blog about our birthdays?
Today is mine.
I'm 47 years old.
I share today's birthday with one of my favorite authors.
47 doesn't seem so daunting after typing that.
Thought I'd share some of my day with you.
Seeing as we do that for each other.
I really LOVE having people say HAPPY BIRTHDAY to me.
It makes me feel like a Queen.
Queen of the universe.
Or a small island.
Here's my day:
Woke up to maple sausage and eggs.
EC loves to cook.
Then EC took the boys out all morning to the mall.
Did you read what I said?
To buy me some presents.
He attempted this feat yesterday too.
Sweaty with people.
Do you remember that show with Angela Lansbury?
Dial M for Murder?
actually I just googled it.
she was in a different show.
keep reading, you'll get the point.
They came home with nothin'.
I never go to the mall.
It's like dialing that letter for me.
I'm more of a boutique,
talk with the owner,
He was doing this with the boys while I was DECORATING,
LISTENING TO CHRISTMAS MUSIC
While he was at the mall.
The boys came home.
The two young ones got to their school work,
after having a show down
one in which I nearly threw one young son across the family room.
EC took a nap.
I did laundry.
Tried to get back into the HEAVEN that I was just experiencing.
Couldn't find it.
Then I started tickling the boys.
One was crying over having to do his math.
I slithered over to him, look down at his weepy face and tickled the bajeebers out of him.
I mean, honestly.
This is my birthday.
There's gotta be some fun.
Then the other son refused to do his school work.
I sent him to his room.
Then went in after a few minutes,
still looking for heaven
and told him that if he keeps up "the grumps" I'll do to him what I just did to his brother out in the other room.
"Please, MOM!!!! Please!!!! Tickle me!"
You asked for it.
Once school was underway I felt like ROSE
All scattered and couldn't focus on anything
and since I was still searching for heaven, which by now,
is in lower case
and slightly slanted,
wandered around the cluttered house
hating dog hair.
Then came the cake.
EC ordered it and went to pick it up.
LOVE it when men do these kinds of things.
I don't why.
But it gives me that sweet smile kinda feeling.
We didn't eat dinner.
Just had cake.
How 'bout that?
Living on the edge in our house these days.
Then came the presents.
Just what I needed.
There is a purple pair.
A pair with polka dots.
A pair with navy and turquoise stripes.
Another pair that looks like snowflakes, but the jazzy kind of snow flakes.
And orange wool hikers.
My feet have found HEAVEN!