32 and counting....

I've neglected to speak of my birthday. 32 years ago I was born around 6am. The celebration this year was a sweet time. I received lots of remembrances. My friend Joel told me they had my name in the paper with Kevin Bacon's as people of note who had birthdays that day. 6 degrees indeed. Hah. Angelica Houston, too, I think.

My book buddy Carlen gave me a hilarious card and my first Potter book. Imagine that. When I tell friends I haven't read any of the series, they look at me as if we use an outhouse at our home. Yes, I'm late on this one. The fellas got me a gift card for Barney Noble's Library(as a taxi cab driver once called it).

At home, where we have indoor plumbing, Lis made a cake, and we opened gifts. The best cake in the world, as far as I'm concerned. Homemade chocolate, with homemade chocolate icing. Whew.

My mom made that every year for me. A lot of love went into that. What I have grown out of is the request for creamed corn at dinner. Not so much anymore.

A flaming fury of candles shaped in a 32. I had lots of help blowing out the candles.

I opened some gifts as well. I received a lot of fun stuff from the gap.

Ella made me a heart at the ceramic art place. That one got me good.

I went out that night with Lis, David and Susan, and Scott and Christine. It was a great meal at Ichiban, one of the best sushi places in Nashville. Lis was a trooper, I'm sure she hated that - not a big fish fan. All in all, a good day. I felt love from all over, and put some of that in the bank.