Today was my birthday. I hung out with my dad, as I do once a week. He didn't actually remember that it was my birthday, but that's okay-- he's ninety-three, after all. He did wish me happy birthday once I reminded him:-). Later the kids took me out to dinner at Outback, and humiliated me by having the waiters sing to me. Overall, it was a nice, if quiet, birthday.
Only one thing puzzles me. I got a chirpy voice mail: "Hi, Ellen, it's me. Just calling to wish you a happy birthday. Hope you have fun!" Uh, thanks, but who ARE you? I don't recognize the voice, or the name that the kid told me popped up on caller ID, and I can't begin to guess who "me" might be. Still... I'm glad someone remembered, even if it was a mystery person!