A special thank you goes to all of you for the many Tweets, emails and Facebook comments that everyone left today. Terry Starbucker even sang “Just the Way You Are–” virtually, of course. I’m a sucker for that song.
The hubby apparently forgot my birthday early this morning before he went to work. He remembered around 9:40 this morning, when he sent a text message. He came home for lunch and left a nice note in front of the computer. My friend Beth took me out to lunch and we did dinner with the in-laws.
This morning, I was tweeting about my favorite birthday cake, the Red Velvet cake. That cake is a staple in my family and my Mom has made it for many, many birthdays among my siblings and the grandkids. I promised Genevieve Hinson a peek at it:
Those of you who read this blog faithfully (what do you mean you don’t? Subscribe, baby!) know that I bought myself the ultimate birthday present recently. For those of you who don’t know, let me tell you about my present. It’s a big, gleaming hunk that I can wrap my legs around and ride. It has different speeds and even accessories that allow me to decide when it goes fast and when it goes slow.
Oh no, no, no–get your head out of the gutter.
Here’s my new toy:
I figure it’s a lot more satisfying than having an affair. John Edwards should have bought one.