I had a great birthday.  Thanks to everyone who called, emailed or visited.  A special thanks to Aunt Shel who left me a phone message singing “Happy Birthday” in the most pitiful, cracked, bronchitis-suffering voice I have ever heard.  I hope you feel better soon.

Geetle and Pookie told me Happy Birthday first thing this morning.  Geetle did forget to give me the picture I know she is hiding under her bed, I will have to ask her for that tomorrow morning.  They each picked me out a nice present and cartoon cards.  Geetle gave me a box that she said looks like a treasure chest.  Pookie gave me a blue shirt, just like the ones he likes to wear.  BAGD tried to give me a present, but I inadvertently messed it up for him.  He had bought me some new clothes, a shirt and 2 pair of maternity pants.  But I have been feeling VERY uncomfortable lately and announced last week that I had given up pants for the duration of my pregnancy.   But although I am not wearing pants anymore, I am in the market for some new maternity dresses, so I will just exchange them.

We had dinner at the Olive Garden, not my usual place.  But I saw the commercial a few weeks ago and started thinking about the soup they have there.  So we went.  It was good, the soup was my favorite part.  My second favorite part (tie) was when:

• Pookie suddenly got up from the table to do his Ruff Ruffman impersonation
• Geetle started air juggling because the Muzac at the Olive Garden sounds like circus music to her.

We finished the night with a little ice cream and then home to bed.  I got several unexpected “Happy Birthdays” today.  Geetle apparently spread the word at school and I got a “Happy Birthday” from the lady who helps the kids get on the buses at school and from the mother of one of her classmates.  In addition to the cards from family and friends, I also got a card from our financial planner, our insurance agent and the Goodwill!

Some other people had a birthday today too.  Some very nice people.   I hope they enjoyed their birthdays too.   If that particular Birthday person happens to read my blog before Sunday, he and his wife ought to know that they are invited to my house Sunday at 5pm for a little lasagna and cake…a combined birthday for me and Papaw (and him, if he comes!).