That's what I'm supposed to say right now, right?
My peeps got up at 6:30 AM to wish me a happy birthday and to lavish lovely gifts upon me. Hubs and K- bought me a giant telescoping butterfly net so that I will never again risk leaping through the air after a butterfly and result in breakage of bones. They found a butterfly shirt for me at "the little museum" and a butterfly book that I didn't have. I collect the 70's Holly Hobbie cylindrical Coke glasses and Hubs actually found the one I didn't have, despite my thinking that I had them all (and extras, too.) Hubs found an enameled Holly Hobbie piece that he placed in a frame. He said he didn't know what it was or what it was intended to be (my thought was a small tray or plate, but it wasn't stamped) and since American Greetings is a Cleveland company, he thought it was probably a cast-off from an employee. No matter, it is framed and hanging in my kitchen above the glasses.
Hubs got the annual Dairy Queen cake and we had that for breakfast. Yum! He and K- are taking me out to dinner tonight. Hooray!
We went to a local county fair with my sister and she paid my admission as a birthday gift, as well as making me chocolate zucchini bread (I don't have the recipe, but she said that she'll pass it along).
Mom is having me and K- over tomorrow morning for breakfast after our hair cuts.
Julia, my co-worker, brought me breakfast yesterday and roses in a little vintage medicine bottle.
So here I am, 39 and holding. That's good I think.