Wow. After making the rounds in BloggyLand today, it seems like everyone is having a birthday in late September/early October. Even Paisley's little one has just joined the 'special group' of fall birthdays.
So, as not to feel left out, I declare today one of my 364 UN-birthdays. And while I'm not as loony as the Mad Hatter on his Un-birthday, I might just go celebrate with the Farm Boy.
Hmmm... I'm not quite sure how one celebrates an UN-birthday. I probably shouldn't have any alcohol. My lovely daughter passed along her cold --and mixing Nyquil and alcohol would be bad. Right?
Meh. The Farm Boy just called, and he is still over an hour away from getting home. That means dinner on my own. This is turning into a really sucky UN-birthday. Boo.