Happy Birthday to Moi

Tomorrow's my birthday. I am old, but still cute. Dig those saddle shoes as I relax ever so comfortably on my Dad's favorite picture spot -- the back stoop. One picture over that is me on Mom's lap circa 1960something. Mom looks exhausted, which frankly is how she looked most of the time growing up...can't blame her. Six kids in about seven years will do that to you. She was probably 10 years younger than I am now when this picture was taken. I just don't know how she did it some times. I've been missing her a lot this week. She wasn't big on the birthday thing -- wasn't the greatest at sending cards or gifts. But she'd be the first one on the phone to you in the morning with a hearty Happy Birthday! And she made me lots of birthday dinners, which I always appreciated.

And looking at this picture I can see where I got my retro sensabilities -- judging from the wallpaper it had to have been imprinted on my brain from a very young age!

I will celebrate most heartily tomorrow by putting politics out of my head briefly. Since I'm hanging out with my oldest friend, who happens to be a Republican, it won't be easy. But we made a pact years ago not to discuss politics or religion. And we've been best buds for 25 years so I'm stickin' to it!