tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16161901.post-4361361132854848442008-04-04T07:23:00.000-07:002008-04-04T07:51:10.394-07:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">My husband calls to wish me a happy birthday this morning from the trenches of the convention center in Charlott, NC. I pick up the call from the kitchen and he directs me to the library cupboard where there is a bag o' goodies for me! I love you sweetie pie. And OMG, this is one of the best of the bunch:</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUuUXlTjV6s/R_Y8ca7GXbI/AAAAAAAAAVI/m9SWBv7_Bs0/s1600-h/Cat+Butts+002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUuUXlTjV6s/R_Y8ca7GXbI/AAAAAAAAAVI/m9SWBv7_Bs0/s320/Cat+Butts+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185398479924911538" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">Then Mom calls from Murrells Inlet, SC to wish her daughter happy birthday and catch up on family news and how OLD we all are. I forgot to thank her for the lovely card she made for me:</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUuUXlTjV6s/R_Y94q7GXdI/AAAAAAAAAVY/wikAH8Bg0Cc/s1600-h/Around+the+House+061.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUuUXlTjV6s/R_Y94q7GXdI/AAAAAAAAAVY/wikAH8Bg0Cc/s320/Around+the+House+061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185400064767843794" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">Thanks Mom.</span>Cinnamon Thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09927325526972284854noreply@blogger.com