Although yesterday was to be a celebration of my birth, I was most grateful that it was the birth-date of the most recent kidney stone, instead. I was simply the happy host-mother, exhausted and weeping with joy (not) that the little darling was finally out in the world. If I had the energy I would have slapped the sh*t out of the little bugger.
Of course, I saved the little darling
But I really wanted to know if I get a 'do-over' a second crack, if you will, at a celebration of my own birth? Well, apparently, I do. I was just informed that I will be guest for a dinner evening with (no names 'cause I ain't been told) at the Henlopen City Oyster House next Monday evening. I also learned that it was to have been a surprise last evening, but the kidney stone birth took precedence and the surprise fizzled.
I'll not complain, since I will be in great form by next Monday with not a trace of pain, soreness, or discomfort of the past 2 weeks. Oh, Oysters Rockefeller, you shall be mine!
Oh, and while I was recuperating, the birthday fairy stopped by last evening and left a bottle of Bombay Sapphire on my doorstep. That fairy is no slouch, believe me!
Ready to put the Mary-Jane's on and get back to work tomorrow and into the rhythm of the season.
And so it goes.