Yesterday Was My Birthday!

Yesterday was my birthday! Tom kept asking me where I wanted to go for dinner and I kept telling him I just didn't want to make food the main focus of my day. So we left it at that. 

I got up contemplating the aging process and slowly got ready for school. I had this little verse we sing at the beginning of the day in my head, "Hello neighbor! Whaddya say? It's goin be a happy day!!...." and made a pact with  myself that it would indeed be a happy day despite the aging factor.  Tom insisted on making me eggs for breakfast regardless of my insistence that I really didn't want them. I ate them because he so desperately wanted to please me. 

Off to school I went to find that my secret pal brought me guacamole and chips with fresh fruit and dip to share.  Steph wanted to celebrate and I said, "How about bowling?' Anything but focusing on food today. When class was over and it was time for our mini celebration, I was hungry, Steph had a photo shoot and all the other ladies were busy. She suggested a movie, Pinkberry anything I wanted to do. We ended up at our usual lunch place sharing more food than either of us wanted. 

I knew the day would improve because we had a tennis date with Bryce and Sarah.  Surely the birthday celebration would not center around food!!! Bryce came first and was, of course hungry. He scrounged for a bowl of cereal and we waited for Sarah to make her way through the traffic. She arrived all smiles carrying a ginormous apple pie from Costco for just three of us because she doesn't eat stuff like that. 

Tom had a meeting and the night got later and colder and tennis seemed a faraway dream. TV Basketball and a game of chicken foot got us to the time when everybody was home. Remember, "A Happy Lindsey is a Full Lindsey! " So you can only guess what happened next. We piled into the car to go to dinner, not just any dinner but an all you can eat dinner at Soup Exchange.  Home again, home again, jiggity jig came four little pigs to the giant pie. Sarah searched for candles and was ready to light them when the doorbell rang and in walked Diane with a bag full of melt in your mouth dark chocolates. "Happy Birthday!" she cheerily exclaimed. I thanked her profusely and went back to the pie. How could I dismiss Sarah's heartfelt attempt to bring Birthday cheer. I told everyone, "Sarah bought this pie and we are going to eat it!"  After stuffing down the pie I chuckled at my feeble attempt to have a food free Birthday.  Thanks to all who remembered my special day.