It’s My Birthday

It may be a little late but ya’ll are encouraged to call and serenade me with your own rendition of Happy Birthday. I am looking forward to hearing all those sweet voices.

Got up late throw morning. Why? Because Emily called in sick and we went back to bed. Very nice. A birthday treat.

The morning was a normal morning. All the usual stuff. Even though this is my birthday, nothing extra special happened. Sadly. I had a nice breakfast. I had saved a couple blackberry hand pies my friend Cissie made I had those for breakfast. Emily had her usual oatmeal.

It’s a regular work Monday and a tax filing deadline. So I have to go to work. All day. I have to verify all filings are done and I did not miss anyone. If I did, all the lates would show up as penalty notices later. And I would get blamed.

So day spent e filing returns and checking old efiles and posting files returns. Usual crap for a deadline.

The office bought me a rhubarb pie for my bday. The party never ends. It was great. I get one every year. And they gave me a sappy card. I always get a funny one. Which I prefer.

I managed to get out of the office by 530. Not too bad. Home fast too. I had more gifts when I got home. Emily made me pillows for the tear drop, and made some tear drop themed pillow cases for the house. Very nice. And, she made peanut butter cookies and a from scratch German chocolate cake. Wow. Cake is fabulous. Cookies great too. Lucky me. Dinner was leftover birthday dinner from last night. Which was as good tonight as last. I had about six cards from family and friends to open. Always fun.

Then everything back to normal. TV for the evening and bed.

One more year, then repeat.