Yesterday was my 43rd birthday, and it was a most excellent day. My sister Katherine treated me to lunch at the Cheesecake Factory and we yakked for almost 2 hours over stuffed tortillas. If we had had just one more hour we might have been able to solve the ALL the world's problems, but as it was we just managed to work on our own. It was soooo great! I love that girl!
Later, our college kids made the drive home to help me celebrate. Elle and Rob, the newlyweds (so cute) and Em are always such fun! Tom picked up Macaroni Grill food and we ate at home (way better than eating at the noisy restaurant) and we spent the evening talking about school, the elections, business opportunities and reminiscing about the past. The evening grew late and we old people were getting tired, while the young college whippersnappers were just getting revved up.
"People, its almost 12:00! You'd better get on the road because you have a long drive ahead," I said, yawning.
"Don't worry, Mom," Em replied. "Don't you know that 12 is the new 9?"
What?? I'd like to believe that, but my eyes start closing long before the new 9.
On second thought, if 12 is the new 9, could we make 43 the new 35?
Rachel Anne
