Happy Birthday to me..happy birthday to me
Happy birthday to meeeeeee…. you know the rest.
Definitely not as cool as thirty-three.
Dinner with the brother and his family – started out sour…I think he tries to drive me crazy on purpose. But it all ended nicely. We dropped by F’s house and she surprised me with a little cake. I came upstairs and she had suck some candles in it. It was so sweet of them. The kids all asked me how old I was and I told them 29. “Oh aunty…you look good, I thought you were 26!”, they said. I love those kids.