You say it's your birthday ~ It's my birthday too ~ yeah
I was trying to find a Youtube link to the Beatles "Birthday" song, but, all the ones I found were home videos made for guys who were, evidently, turning 60 or something. So, I didn't post one.
But, it IS my birthday, so, there you go.
Last night Lana insisted on singing "Happy Birthday to Mommy" before going to bed. That was pretty cute. (Considering that for the last month and a half she has asked me to sing "Happy Birthday to Lana" every night before she fell asleep, I thought it was a nice touch.) (No idea why she wants to commemorate her birthday nightly, but, when there is only ONE verse of Happy Birthday standing between me, a hot bubble bath and a warm bed, you can bet your patootie that I'm crooning birthday wishes as often as she wants me to.)
There were presents on the breakfast table for me this morning, with strict instructions not to open them until everyone is home this afternoon. Husband will likely not believe me when I say this, but, I didn't even peek. (Yes, me. Snoop Extraordinaire.) (Okay, I DID try to peek at one but, it was wrapped too well.)
Lana looked at the wrapped gifts this morning and said, 'We did NOT buy you a purse, Mom. We did NOT." I'm trying to figure out if that means that they DID buy me a purse and was trying not to ruin the surprise, or, if there really is no purse in the distinctly purse shaped package on the table. Hmm...
Unfortunately, my birthday is going to be marred by a trip to the dentist. C'est la vie.
Oh, and evidently I have writer's block, because I have several half-finished posts on various topics, including "My Wicked Irish Step-Mother" and "Why Can't Politicians Just Get Their Freak On With Only the Person They Are Married To?" ~ not sure any of these will ever be finished, but, the titles, at least, are pretty good. :-)