Happy Birthday to Meeeeeeeeeeee!

Yep, that's right. It's my birthday! I'm 37 today, but don't feel a day over 27. So, I'll just say this is the tenth anniversary of my 27th birthday. I like the sound of that better. Today I had to work on my birthday (teaching summer school to 25 struggling Kindergarteners), and, lucky me, I haven't had to work on my birthday since probably 1990 or 1991, when I worked at Disneyland. And that wasn't really like work anyway. I made great money ($5.50/hr) for many fun times in the parades. It was the best job I've ever had. If money was no object, I'd still be there, dancing my heart away. After I quit Disney, I became a teacher's aide, and I always worked summer school, but always had August off. So this morning, I trudged out the door to meet my smiling little Kindergarteners at 7:40am. I spent a glorious morning teaching the ABCs and 123s, then met my awesome family at one of my most beloved restaurants, The Old Spaghetti Factory. Oh man, was that delicious. It was everything I had built it up to be. Creamy pesto dressing with freshly-baked sourdough bread is way up there on my list of favorites. So bad, but SO GOOD!