Birth Day

Although you might expect me to be talking about the date of birth of said infant that's snoozing beside me in her crib, this post is actually about someone else's birth day, many, many, many moons ago (was that one too many "moons" to be polite?).

Because a lady never tells her age, I'll give you three numbers: 1-9-5. And I'll tell you that the fourth number rhymes with shoe, tree or jive. That's close enough to the exact year to be in the ballpark, but far enough away to allow for a little fudging room, should the birthday girl wish it.

Happy Birthday, Nanna!

P.S. Your granddaughter says that she knows you're still upset she was born early, thereby screwing up plans to share your birthday month. But she wants to know if she can still pretty please with sugar on top have your rubies someday?