Happy Birthday to Me, I Live in a Tree….
And I have no idea how to end that rhyme because it’s been exactly 30 years since second grade. Yeah, you can go ahead and do the math.
This isn’t really a post, I just wanted to brag. Oldest gave me breakfast in bed and cleaned the kitchen, almost making up for getting a bad grade in math today. Almost. Middlest made me a card in which he hoped I got to do what I liked best, reading and making clothes. The kid knows me well. Youngest gave me a very sticky kiss and a no-whine morning. Also? I’m still breathing and nothing hurts. AWESOMESAUCE.