Christi's 33rd Birthday

We had a great Thanksgiving weekend with my birthday tacked on the end and I really didn't want it to compete with Thanksgiving so I pretty much ignored my birthday. Jonny slipped me a card early in the morning, I had already gotten myself a nice electric turkey roaster and a few new shirts the week before. I received some cards, gifts, and cookies from various friends, and a phone call from my dad first thing in the morning that set me in a weepy happy mood the rest of Sunday. I figured it was the phone call, the winding down of a long busy weekend, and of course hormones. We had eaten a meal of ham, potatoes, and stuffing for Sunday supper after church then the rest of our company left for their homes.  My birthday cake was my glass trifle bowl filled with miniature chocolate candy bars and chocolate kisses with candles sitting on top of the lid.  (I always like to have a bit of chocolate on hand for hard days.)  My brother, Eric, called me for my birthday and was speaking French when I answered the phone. I hadn't been paying close enough attention and told him "wrong number" because I thought he was one of the many spanish-speaking wrong numbers that frequently call. I enjoyed talking with him.  It was a nice way to end the day and head for bed.