But guess who's propped on my couch right now watching PBS Kids?
Poor girl. First day of school she's missed all year due to illness, and it has to fall on a field trip day.
Anyway. My point is: The sweet e-mails and comments and phone calls I got from you guys (translation for my Southern friends: all y'all) truly made my birthday. I felt enveloped in a cocoon of love, to go over the top with imagery.
And now I'm off to hang out with my girls. (Oh! Side point here, but isn't this typical of kids? Natalie had to stay home today and miss her field trip, which made her cry and say things like, "But it's not FAIR!" And Connor had to go to school today, since he's not sick, which made him cry and say things like, "But it's not FAIR!")
Since today's schedule is suddenly clear, I've decided to cook my birthday dinner and cake today, since they didn't get done yesterday. Cake! Yeah!
And truly, the fact that yesterday was stinky doesn't bother me too much. Because Corey and I are supposed to go to a hotel this weekend to celebrate. And I'm getting a massage on Saturday to celebrate. And tonight, Lord willing, I'll be eating this cake.
So it's really just birthday week here at Love Well.
I'm taking my lemons and making lemon filling.
(Of course, if either Corey or I were to get sick and this weekend's plans were canceled, I'll be joining the "It's not FAIR!" chorus. But let's not go there. Cake is a good conductor of immunity, right?)
