Since snail mail has gone the way of The Pony Express I didn't get cards in the mail - except from my money manager and Chico's. HOWEVER, I did get more than 300 FB birthday messages, texts and emails. It. Was. Awesome.
I waited until after I got home from work to read them. Keeping with tradition and all. Every time the email amount changed on my phone I got a little giddy. I suggest you try this on your own special day - it is VERY powerful to read the emails all at once. The only downside to this is trying to respond and/or like each post. I gave up trying to do so because it became overwhelming.
Work, for the record, was fun and involved cards, gifts, a giant shared cupcake, birthday wishes and a little too much singing of Air Supply on my part. Kathy allowed it ONLY because it was my birthday!
I would like to thank Anne for the picture of where she had her coffee yesterday morning in the Bahamas. I would also like to thank Jane for the picture of the palm trees in Orlando. I know it was only to share the sunshine and not to rub in the fact that I was looking at dreary skies and rain all day...
ANYWAY (!) my family arranged a brilliant surprise.
Marco was the banker.
Peter was the driver and gift getter. I must include a shout out to Peter's girlfriend Nikki for going along for the shopping on Tuesday. (AND for texting me BEFORE my own kids did to wish me a happy birthday!) Well done Nikki. (Who then promptly got my kids in line; I immediately heard from them.)
Bella was the chef. I came home and a cake had been baked and dinner was in the works. Chicken cutlets a la Bella, green beans with almonds and rice pilaf.
Honest to god there wasn't a better gift I could have been given. DINNER. Not thought of, planned out, shopped for, or cooked by me. It was brilliant.
The cake was so yummy - light and moist and sweet with homemade butter-cream frosting. Aunt Re would be proud.
It was one of the best birthday's ever.
One and all.
(There are practically NO words to this song)
Pretend it's Friday and dance.