Mom doesn't really like birthdays because she doesn't want anyone to fuss over her. I LIKE birthdays ... anybody's in general and MINE in particular, so I'm letting everyone in the blogosphere know that it's Mom's birthday.
Like I mentioned in the post title, Mom's thirty-nine years old today (11/27/1967) which is three times as old as me. Mom's students tell her that she doesn't look thirty-nine ... I agree ... but they do always ask her if she was a hippie in the '60s. Dumb teenagers! Mom was a BABY in the '60s!!! Besides, Mom looks as young as she feels.
Just wait until next year when she turns FORTY. I want to have a party (I'll start planning right away so that you all can teleport in for some cake and ice cream ... Oooo, and I'll get some party hats, too!)
The grandparents are taking her to P.F. Chang's China Bistro (whatever THAT is) for her birthday dinner and she's going out to Outback Steakhouse with her girlfriends tomorrow night. Needless to say, I'm hoping for kitty bags from BOTH places with maybe some shrimp or chicken for me ... I'm not greedy! I'm sharing in her special day, right? I should get something for my selflessness ... It's only fair!
Anyway, I wanna wish my mom a HUGE "Happy Birthday" from the Feline Americans and me ...