Happy Birthday to me!

Not today, but soon. I'll be 55 on my next birthday. Does that mean next year I'm over the speed limit? I guess so.

Anyway, I'm not really sure how I'm going to celebrate this double-nickels birthday. Brandon wants us to go out to eat. Maybe we will. He asked me what I want for my birthday. Sorry, son, I really don't know. I can't think of anything right now that I really need, though something that smells good like perfume might be nice.

It might also be nice, and smell good, to get flowers for my birthday. No. That's not what I want. However, my dear Mama has a birthday coming up in a couple of months and maybe I could send her some flowers or a cookie gift basket from dot flowers. I don't know that I'll be able to go where she lives in person, so I'd like my gift to her to be super special. She's the most influential person in my life and she's the smartest. She deserves much more than flowers or cookies, but I don't think I'm able to supply anything that wonderful to her. The flowers would actually come from a flower shop in her town, so there's no danger they'd be wilted or dead when she got them. They'd be lovely, fragrant, and fresh.