What Day is It?

All day I thought it was Wednesday except things are happening a little differently than usual. First of all, our choir director is in the hospital and not doing real well; therefore, there will be no choir practice tonight. That's okay because Theresa needs to take care of herself, especially at this time of year when she is so busy with the adults' and children's cantata. She just takes on so much and doesn't do anything halfway; it must be perfect. We are so fortunate to have her because she is nothing but talent packaged in a little over 100 pounds! (the best we've ever had by far! AND, she can transpose musical keys in a flash without even thinking about it! This is great because many of us, especially me, have a low voice and she can correct that problem so easily! I hope she never leaves us!)

Second, I was watching this weird movie on Lifetime (and I mean weird!) and the doorbell rang. It was the Schwan's Ice Cream truck! He always comes on Thursday evening!) My diet kept saying, "don't buy anything", my eyes said "Buy!", and the salesman kept begging. So, I broke down and bought a box of the leanest steaks he has. No ice cream though. You know, it just dawned on me: Friday is my birthday. Why didn't I buy myself a birthday cake? That would have been a real treat for me since I haven't had a birthday cake since I was 13 years old! I keep telling my hubby that but still no cake; my children know, still no cake; many of my best friends know, and still no cake! (Last year, one of my friends decided to surprise me on my birthday, so she baked me a pie). I guess I'm not supposed to have another cake; frankly, I don't want one this year since I'm on this diet. Maybe, when I reach 70 (I'll be 67), someone will remember me with a cake. I just hope that when someone else remembers to present me with a birthday cake, I will have enough wits about me to remember why I'm getting a birthday cake! (Just kidding. I don't need a cake anyway)