Birthday

Last week was my birthday. I had an unexpected guest by the name of Charley. He was a nice guy, but showed his evil side in another place. After he left, my folks gave me a copy of Bill Clinton's My Life and some cash! For supper, I had chicken and pastry. For those who don't know what this dish is, it is sheet-like formations of pasta with chicken bits thrown in housed in chicken broth. Other people sent cards and sent wishes via the phone. On the day of my birthday, I slept in. Oh, the joys of that craft!

I loved all of it.