Hey Shawty, It's Your Birthday!

In the words of that musical genius "50 Cent":

Go, go, go shawty 

It's your birthday 

We gon' party like it's yo birthday 

We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday

Disclaimer:  I will not be sipping Bacardi!  A nice dry red wine perhaps, but demon rum will never pass these ruby-red lips!

I went to my new Wednesday-only job; and my new boss came in with a beautiful bouquet of flowers.  Then later, my good friend Lucy came in with my annual pot of Mums.  

When I went home, there was dinner and presents, all prepared and presented by my two beautiful Asian daughters.  Dinner was a sort-of Beebimbob using Spam (very popular in Korea -- and I managed to refrain from jumping up and singing Monty Python's "Spam" song [which I love]).  They both bought the same birthday card for me (at separate times), and the cards were filled with lovely hand-written sentiments.  It was sooo sweet!

There were upteen phone and Facebook messages for me yesterday.  There was promises of treats and packages in the mail from children who couldn't be with me.  And this morning on my desk at my regular 4-day-a-week job there was an envelope with $40 in it and a note from my boss to "treat myself"!  As well, we have a weekend city-day-trip coming up with a visit to a Korean restaurant and my favorite thrift store.  Wow!  What a birthday!

I'm just going to use the excuse that not only do YOU move slower as you age, festivities must be   d-r-a-w-n    o-u-t    so as not to tire us out too much and/or confuse us, right?.  

I don't feel any older or wiser ..... and the latter may never come!  But I sure do feel blessed.