Thursday, December 27, 2012

The Glorious Day of My Birth

Remind me next year that on December 27, I do not want to celebrate my 34th birthday by driving eight hours in a car with two screaming children.

Well, only one screamed.  The other talked non-stop.  There was also blowing snow and an ice-covered windshield.

But!  We made it home eventually, and the MiL made us pasta with pesto for dinner.  Plus a chocolate pound cake for my birthday.  The first load of what will be many, many loads of laundry is even now spinning about in the washing machine.  That sound, more than any other, announces to all that I am home.

Coming home is a pretty good way to celebrate a birthday after all.


Phoo-D said...

Happy birthday and welcome back home! It sounds like you survived with your sanity mostly intact. =) Chocolate cake is a very welcome way to come home.

sheila said...

Happy Birthday! Any day where chocolate and cake come together is a good day.

Anonymous said...

happy birthday! but, didn't you say you were going to your sister's for five days? anyway, hope you had pleasant, if short, holiday with your family!

Anonymous said...

Happy Birthday !
Glad you made it home safe.
Home... it's whare the heart is.

Anonymous said...


Joellen said...

Happy Belated Birthday!

Glad ya'll had a safe trip.

Anonymous said...

Happy Birthday!

FinnyKnits said...

Happy Belated-via-the-blog-comment Birthday!

And congratulations on surviving what sounds like the most horrific drive.

Coming home IS fantastic, after all :)