You know me, Twink, I'm easily amused. Twas a quiet day. And very cold for our part of the world. There was a fire in the fireplace, chili cooking on the stove, thanks to my beloved, and my family members called and sang to me.
Wierd, I know, but for some reason, we all sing to each other on our birthdays. Never mind that nobody for generations has been able to carry a tune in a bucket. I guess that's all the fun of it.
Twas a wonderful day, and just what it should have been. Thanks for your friendship, cause you remember me even when it's not my birthday.