Birthday Tutu

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

Birthday Tutu.

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

the birthday tutu made by Deb and first modeled by Beth,

please leave me a comment saying "Hell yes, I'll wear it!" 

and I'll pick the next winner.

The requirement?

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.