Forty-One and Still Having Fun

Forty-one years ago today, I was born on a Wednesday so cold that, to hear my mom tell it, homeless people were "freezing in the streets."  She and my dad were watching The Fall Guy in her hospital room just before my arrival.  Not that the delivery was as easy as Lee Majors would have you believe.  Apparently, I was all turned around up in there, forcing poor mom to go through umpteen hours of labor before finally having a C-section.    

Mom, if you're reading this, then I'm still sorry.

But that's all icy water under the bridge as I write to you today, a proud, middle-aged woman who continues to amuse herself with kindergarten crafts.  Behold this trio of mostly-finished birthday barrette brooches, some of which I plan to wear during the weekend's festivities.     

Because today is just the beginning of what will undoubtedly be an, ahem, "major-ly" fun celebration.