It's My Birthday!

Well, almost my half-birthday.

At Mom's Night Out on Friday, a friend--D--at my end of the table thought she heard cupcake lady T tell the waiter that there was a birthday. I replied that I thought she was probably just covering for the fact that she'd brought some Cranberry Vodka cupcakes into the restaurant for us to try.

I was wrong. At the end of the meal, a whole troop of young waiters headed over clapping, with brownie in hand. "Whose birthday is it?" I asked loudly of my neighbor.

Whoops! Apparently it was mine! Very funny.

And very much appreciated. The brownie was great.

But not as great as the cupcake.