In my entire 42 years on this planet, I have never seen someone blow the damn candles out on their cake before the song was over. It didn’t occur to me that you could do that. I just would never have thought of it. We’ll never get through another birthday without laughing like loons. “Screw the Song!” just became the cake-hungry rallying cry of the rest of my kids.
It’s shaping up to be a good week all around. Today is Monday, and 5 out 6 of my needs on Maslow’s hierarchy have been met – and it’s not even 0730.
No compunction about being polite, making small talk, making friends – and Number One Son is one of the most well-mannered 10-yr-olds you’d want to meet, and certainly the most well-behaved of our brood. (I’ll caveat that with, “when he’s had his meds.” God help you if he hasn’t.) It so totally floored Random Dude – who might have just been a nice old guy saying hello – that he wandered off flustered, which was totally OK with SOBUMD. I realized later that it wasn’t that he seemed creepy or gave off bad vibes or anything – Number One Son just started with the assumption that this guy had his facts wrong, and couldn’t even remember that they hadn’t exchanged names a few minutes ago. Anyone who can’t even keep up with a few minutes ago just isn’t worth his time to talk to.
To the Spouse of the Big Ugly Man Doll! She’s another year more wonderful; each year she gets older and I get luckier to be married to her.
The Queen Mother has spoken, and today has been graced by royal decree as a day of fun, laughter, and other such good things.