Today is my birthday. Alex asked my mom what she was doing 38 years ago yesterday. Mom told Alex how she was trying to have me before midnight so I could be Sunday's child which had everything in the poem. Well, I was born at 12:25 am on a Monday morning, which made me full of grace... NOT! Yesterday I got my foot caught on a curb and fell flat on my face (or really, my knee). Once my head cleared and I got to my car, and I had a good cry, I realized I was very lucky I didn't really hurt myself. Then to top it all off yesterday, I had a nice 24 hour stomach bug. We went to a fabulous wedding reception last night (more info on that to come) that I couldn't enjoy.
So today I got a nice meal at Brenda's since we celebrated Emy's birthday and I am feeling much better. Susan called and sang to me since she is happy I am always going to be 3 months older than her. I get to spend the next 3 months finding a card that will creep her out as much as the one she bought for me.
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