I usually don’t mention my birthday because well . . . you know. It’s kind of a lady thing to be private. But last year, my husband said, “What do you want to do for your birthday?” I said, “Nothing.” He had the nerve to take me seriously, and we did nothing.
Well, actually, he did take me out to a movie, but there was nothing else. No party. No friends. Nothing. Why do men listen to what we say? Haven’t there been 437 sit-coms about this very thing? Didn’t he know to ignore what I said? Above is my five year old cake at my Grandparent’s house in DeFuniak Springs, FL. Look at my little Samford University shirt. It’s where my son goes to school now!
So anyway, Lois Lane and I decided to let everyone know our birthdays were this week, so if you see us in downtown Fairhope, you can to buy us a cup of coffee or a bowl of water, or a bowl of coffee and cup of water. We’re not picky.
Lois was born the day before Hurricane Katrina. They were afraid the veterinarian’s office would be closed, so they went ahead and delivered her and her brother and sister a day early. This is a photo I’ve shown you before of when we took Lois back to see her parents and brother on her one year old birthday. Yikes! The boys were so little!
I had a six year old circus-themed party at home, then this cake at my Grandparent’s house in Hartselle, AL with my cousin Pam, who now that I think about it looked a lot like Scout from, “To Kill a Mockingbird,” and my cousin Paul, who clearly doesn’t want to be there. The baby is my brother, and for some reason, I was a wild Indian with guinea feathers in my hair that day.
At ten, I was trying to hide a mouth full of metal. My Mother made the heart shaped cake with hand formed fondant icing flowers spilling over the edges. She taught Martha Stewart everything she knows.
I didn’t mention which day my birthday is because I like to claim the entire week, and on top of that, my over-the-top sensitivity to internet security makes me think if you know my exact birthday, you are one social security number away from stealing my millions of dollars. Hahahaha! No really. I’m serious (about the security, not the millions).
Have a happy end to August, a great beginning to September. We will be eating lots of cake and dog treats at our house!
***What was your favorite birthday?***