Wednesday, November 28, 2007

The Day That's In It. . . .

So Happy Birthday, Mary.

Yes, indeed. Herself is having a birthday today. So we shall be going out this evening and having a break from turkey leftovers. (No, actually, it is a small sacrifice for me. I love turkey leftovers; that's why we cook such an enormous bird on Thanksgiving. Lots of leftovers for as long as possible. And finally, wonderful turkey soup. I bought the onions and leeks yesterday.)

Where was I? Oh, yes. The Birthday. Mary has a wonderful faculty for remembering birthdays. If she ever heard your birthday, she'll remember it forever. She might forget your name momentarily but she'll remember your birthday. So it doesn't do to forget hers.