We had a family birthday and a children's birthday party for kids from The Boy's school this weekend. First the family birthday...

Yesterday was Justin's birthday. He's as old as I am for the next few months. Marry younger than you are, I always say. Well, actually, I don't really say anything of the sort, but I did snag a younger man for myself -- though only by nine months. The grade difference was more pronounced. I was a college senior and he a freshman when we started dating. My friends were scandalized. Not really.

I am rotten at party planning. I'm happy to cook for parties, but just don't ask me to plan them. So I made a nice raspberry cheesecake for Justin, but forgot to put candles on it or even sing. I stink. I did invite people over after church last night for dinner and cheesecake though, so we did celebrate a little.

Of course, this year I also stunk at presents. I didn't get one at all. I just didn't get out shopping, because The Boy was sick. I think I'll get a babysitter and we can go out to dinner next weekend. It is a wonderful thing about husbands -- they tolerate things that wives would not -- like not getting presents from their spouse on their birthday. I do need to do better though.

He did get nifty presents from his family though -- a four foot level, a portable table saw and some new safety goggles. Fun stuff.

In the next installment, I shall tell you about the fanciest children's birthday party I have ever been to.