I'm thirty-five today. My cuz'n LaVronica is very silly and wonderful (thanks, Cuz!). My birthmom wrote a wonderful blog post (see post above). My mommy gave me that nice gift certificate so maybe I'll do some online shopping today. My cat, Beau, slept on my head last night. Heidi spoiled me by snuggling with me and making me late for work. The Hubster brought me coffee in bed this morning and told me all kinds of sweet things about how much he loves me. And I'm wearing jeans in Cubicle Land! This weekend will be spent camping with the Hubster, doing paint-your-own pottery with some girlfriends, practicing George, reading, writing, and composing. Life is very, very good.
February 18 isn't just a big day for me, y'all. It's a special day for a lot of people. And a planet. And a whole country!
Happy birthday also to Kim at The Upward Call, John Travolta, my old flame Matt Dillon, Molly Ringwald, Yoko Ono, Jack Palance, Mary Tudor (Bloody Mary), Vanna White, Milos Forman (director of my favorite movie, Amadeus), Toni Morrison, Helen Gurley Brown, Dr. Dre, Juice Newton, Andres Segovia, Boris Pasternak, Dennis DeYoung, Irma Thomas, Cybill Shepherd, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn (first published on this day in 1885), and the planet Pluto (discovered on this day by Clyde Tombaugh in 1930 at Lowell Observatory).
And a very happy National Flag Day to the fine folks of The Gambia!