a Great Day to be Born
I'm proud to announce that today is the birthday of Rush Limbaugh, Jack London, Charles Perrault (author of Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty.) It's also my sister-in-law, Kelly's, birthday, as well as our good friend, Justin Dudley's, and also Ted Strawbridge's (pastor in the church I was raised in- we used to always call each other on our birthdays)- Happy Birthday, guys!!
Oh yeah. And it's MY birthday.
(This is the place in this post where I triple dog dare someone to comment that it's also the birthday of a top Nazi leader, as well as Howard Stern.) To that I can only say that at least I'm not a liberal or those combined with Rush Limbaugh would do me in for sure.
I wish I could report that I slept in and then feasted on a bacon, egg, and cheese crossanwich and hasbrowns in the comfort of my bed (I think I'm missing a comma in there because while I do have a weakness for fast food breakfasts, I assure you I don't fantasize about sleeping in bacon,) but alas, I can't say I did these things! I am mother. And being mother I get to tell you that I got something even better; a husband who wished it was Saturday so he could give me these things and two children who were so excited it was my birthday you'd have thought they misunderstood and we told them it was theirs. (And also some happy squeals from the infant because just the sight of me makes him happy.)
What more could a woman want on her TWENTY-SEVENTH birthday than to be loved by her family?
Tonight my mother and her husband are swooping in after a long day at work just so Shaun and I can go out. She's bringing a spider cake with her (chocolate cake with white frosting and then chocolate frosting drizzled over that,) and tomorrow Nana and GranJack will join us. Mom and Doug are going to grant my birthday wishes by planting creeper vine up the front of our house with us while the great grans watch the kids. They have to take off Saturday, but Sunday Shaun and I might venture to Sea World with the kids, courtesy of my dad and his wife.
But right now, I must go because there's a certain two and a half year old asking me to play in the sandbox with her...
...maybe we'll make a cake. :)
