I was born on Friday the 13th, and this year my birthday falls on Friday the 13th. My Mom always says it's her lucky day. I'm 56 now, which once sounded very old to me.
It's been a nice birthday. Of course I had to work, and on the way home I stopped at the fabric store and the library, two of my favorite places. When I got home Manda had called, so I called and talked to her- she and Ben were on the way to Austin for the weekend.
Since I've been home today, I also talked to my brother John, my Mom, Heather, my friend Barbara, and Steph and Toast are here. I got very nice cards from friends and relatives. My brother Mike always remembers (or is reminded of) my birthday later at night, so he's usually the last to call. He and Donna are down Atlantic City overnight, so I'll probably hear from him tomorrow. I've also gotten a lot of emailed wishes- love the email!