While I was shaking my fist at middle age and rambling on about poetry and peonies, here’s what really happened: Caroline had the flu, Elizabeth cried because we had to cancel her sleepover, and my husband was out-of-town.
After the tequila, the chocolate-chip ice cream came out. After that, it’s all a blur.
In the end, I’m just glad it’s over.
Small Town. Small Times. 
Remind me to celebrate my 44th birthday with you, ‘mkay?
Sorry about the chaos, and also for being late — Happy Birthday!
M’kay…It’s a date. I’ll bring the tequila and ice cream. Someone else can bring the chaos.
Wow, you can eat ice cream after tequila? You are amazing.
Again, Happy, Happy Birthday!
Oh yeah, I can eat ice cream — anywhere, anytime, in a house and with a mouse, in a box and with a fox…