My Favorite!

The Chef made me pancakes for breakfast! And look at that awesome coffee mug my favorite son and daughter in law found for me!

My mom always said she didn't have favorites. She even emphasized the fact. But me? I have favorites. I have lots of them. (Kind of like the song where she says, "These are a few of my favorite things..." and then rattles off a whole list.) I realize my mom meant to be fair, I get that, and I mean to be fair too. I love all my favorites, and I'm pretty sure any one of them would prefer to be one of many favorites than not to be a favorite at all.


Today is my birthday. Others may be counting my years and hoping one day I'll grow up, but I'm thinking that isn't altogether likely and I like it this way. I think I can be mature and responsible, and still be a kid on the inside, 'cause why not?

I'm at work today and my friend is on the anxious side of the road today. She's lost her car keys, gloves, and can't find the dog. She hears every little move I make and wants to know who is in the room. She hears the noise from the hallway and wonders at that as well. It has been an interesting day so far... "Hey! Get outta here!"