Happy Birthday to me. I am 34 years old today.
It was a fabulously good day . . .
Sleeping in until 9 a.m.
Coffee and the Sunday paper in peace.
Church with my family.
Lunch at Bazbeaux's, in which I did not have to share plain old pepperoni with my not-so-adventurous family. My very own pizza with refried beans, salsa, peppers and cheese.
Lolling about in bed all afternoon, reading and napping.
A visit from my sister, who returned my Tony Dungy book, only she returned it signed, "Happy Birthday, Angie! God Bless, Tony Dungy."
A visit from my parents, who brought take-out from Yats. Mmmmm, chili cheese etouffee with crawfish. A yummy dinner finished off with homemade Twinkie cake from my mother and some chocolate cupcakes I bought for myself.
Hats off to Mike, who took care of all of the not-so-fun details of having small children, so I could have a relaxing day.
Happy Birthday to me, indeed.
