We now find ourselves slap in the middle of my month-long celebration of birth, and as usually happens right around this time, I can't fit any of my shorts or work pants. But that's cool.
Because you know why? Pie. You know why else? Dresses.

So - a few things that have hit me in the head and lodged themselves in the cerebral cortex:

True Blood, also known in my circle as Vamporn.

Cadillac Ranch, the home of the turkey reuben and loaded baked potato soup.

Rhubarb Pie. Which must be good for me since it's made with vegetables.

Babies. Not my fault. Over the weekend I was surrounded by cute fat babies who love me.

Barnes & Noble. I have 16.99 plus tax burning a hole right through me trying to figure out what I'm gonna get.

Young men wandering around the world, just waiting to charm the pants off me. Had a flirtatious waiter who not only bantered with me intelligently, but he brought me a good sandwich. I think if I'd stayed longer he'd've asked me what my favorite pie was, baked it himself, and rubbed my neck and shoulders while I ate it.

Siiiiggghhhh.....Happy Birthday to me....