Another Year

Well, here we are.  On this date 55 years ago, I showed up.  I have no idea the time of day or night.  (Yes, I could look it up on my birth certificate, but it's filed away in the vault with the other papyri records, and hard to find.)  According to my mother, when my parents brought me home on St. Patrick's Day, my sister Mary Ellen said, "She's nice, but I would rather have a puppy."  When this story was told when I was a kid, my sister Nancy would always add, "But we ended up with a dog anyway."

Why yes, I do come from a family of comedians, thank you.

I have had a good birthday weekend, and am enjoying my day today.  For dinner, I requested barbecue sandwiches (Tim makes yummy vegetarian barbecue!), and a white cake with chocolate frosting, which is looking pretty delicious, I have to say.  I've gotten a ton of birthday wishes on Facebook, which is a very nice feeling, as well as some of the early wishes I've gotten from people commenting here.  (Thank you so much, by the way!)

So yes, I'm older.  I'm wiser in some ways, though I wish it was in more of the ways that would be useful.  But I still love birthdays, and no matter how you look at it, it's still better than the alternative.

Happy Birthday to me!