It's my birthday, but please don't wish me happy birthday. Don't know why. When I was a kid and anyone sang happy birthday to me, I would cover my face and cry. I grew up and still feel the same way. Not because it means I'm older. No, believe it or not, it's hard work to live to be 48, so I'm not ashamed of my age at all.
No, it's the occassion of my birthday that I don't like. It's just another day I wish I could ignore.
Of course, this year is better than when I turned 30 and threw myself a party and no one came except my two best friends.
And, it's not quite as good as my 40th birthday when Rob threw me the sweetest surprise party and then we drove half way home to meet my parents for the day.
So, it's an in between day.
I was up all night with a sick dog. But, he's better today. Rob slept without his new teeth for the first time last night and was able to get them back in this morning. He gave me a Norman Rockwell plate of a man threading a needle. How appropriate, huh?
We got Sydney a puppy on Saturday and she hasn't let go of the poor thing since. Can't wait until the new smell wears off and I get to play with the puppy some.
In between nursing stints, I put together that green and brown storm at sea quilt and got started quilting it.
Ohhh, this is like my worst blog post ever. I just can't get all my thoughts together to write. So, you get a discombobulated series of updates and the promise of better writing soon as I get some dad-gummed rest! Oh, and some pictures. We have some really cute puppy pics to share.
I'm gonna take a nap. Lane