For the life of me, I don't know why
I can't get Blogger to cooperate today.
It keeps turning my font blue, underlining,
and changing fonts for no reason at all.
All of which makes it unreasonably hard
to tell my story.
Imagine me, outside yesterday morning,
the anniversary of my birth,
around 9 a.m.
I'm in the back yard,
which borders on the very ritzy private golf course,
with men in little carts whizzing by, looking for their balls--
golf balls, that is - and me decked out in the
I'm setting up the camera on the tripod and then trying,
to no avail, to get the self-timer working.
In other words,
I was a photo failure on my birthday.
So here, courtesy of my youngest son Gavin,
is the promised image:
And thank you, Gavin, for not fainting
from being with a mother in a red tutu
and a sparkly tiara.
Now if you have a birthday in October or early November
and you'd like to humiliate your children by wearing
please leave me a comment saying "Hell yes, I'll wear it!"
and I'll pick the next winner.
Wear the birthday tutu on your special day,
snap at least on photo and post it on your blog,
then hold a contest to pass along the tutu.