I've been celebrating my 70th birthday for five days.
--Tom and I bought me a jacket and shirt.
--Charles and Erica hosted a dinner for 10 at Trios, with my favorite chocolate cake from
Bakers de Normandie, a birthday crown, homemade cards, an Obama card,
and four gorgeous plates from Anthropology. Wahoo.
--David and Sharon took us to lunch and gave me homemade fudge and chili sauce.
--My sisters decorated the dining room with tissue flowers at card night and had Mark come in his Austrian hat and play Happy Birthday on the accordian, badly, three times. More cake, this time from Mrs. Backers, with big 70 candles. Jennifer gave me some of her homemade Lolly cakes. Toni made me a quilt with pictures of the homemaking skills I don't have.
--I took a large chocolate sheetcake to class on Tuesday: "I'm seventy. Sing to me." And they did.
--Christine and I saw 9 to 5 at the Hale Theater.
I'm not done yet, either.
I knew when I turned thirty, that I could also be forty, fifty, sixty and now seventy. I've been rehearsing seventy all year long.
I have about fifteen pounds of cake weight gain to lose. Geez, Louise.