Birthdays are just fun. I spent yesterday morning with my BS’ers, err, Bible Study girls. They are the bomb diggity and were certain to not let the day pass without a little celebration.
Even if the cookie cake turned out like this:
Cindy Beall has many talents. Decorating cakes is probably not one of them. Once she wrote “Happy” she quickly realized she’d have no room for “Birthday Dusty;” hence, “Happy Dusty.” Never mind the fact my friend, Janna, thought it said “Hoppy Dusty.” Cindy did learn, however, that cookie icing is not the best for writing text. So, I feel certain she’ll master the art next time.
Let’s just give her that. It was a quite tasty after all.
Janna and her youngins treated me to dinner. She is sweet like that. But not before Big Mama called me.
“I near ‘bout forgot your birthday ‘til Aunt Faye reminded me.” Big Mama admitted.
“Um, thanks, Big Mama?”
Then, I nearly busted a gut laughing when she told me, “I would sing you ‘Happy Birthday’, but there is one note I can never get on that song.”
Oh, how she brings joy to my life.
Thank you all for your wishes, blessings, and sweet messages. You all made me feel very special. For real.
Love y’all. Mean it!