Today was my birthday.  Physically, it wasn’t that great.  I woke up at 4:30 am with a rumbling stomach and it stayed around most of the day.  Also, I realized I have a sty on my right eye.  And that my body is covered in a rash, which I believe to be Pityriasis Rosea, or possibly secondary syphilis.  If it’s Pityriasis Rosea, it will clear up within 6 weeks time, if it’s syphilis, things are gonna get interesting when the tertiary stage gets here.  Quick, someone get me a fiddle!

Then Dave realized that Rhys had carved a big semi-circle into the front of the flat panel TV with a ball point pen.  Ugh.  Next thing you know, he and Henry will be giving each other prison tattoos, which might be preferable to ruining our television set!  Arms can be replaced!  Oh wait…

Otherwise, it was very nice.  Dave brought home a variety of sweets (a lemon cake, a strawberry cake and some fruit pastries) and a card from him and another from the boys.  Dave’s card thanked me for being “the best wife and mother a man could hope for.”  Heh.  Hehehehe.  I’m not going to giggle too much because I enjoyed the fact that he actually wrote something, besides just signing it.  He also got me a lovely purplish-red and black purse and the boys got me a lime green wallet.  They don’t match, and truthfully look a bit garish together, but I only have myself to thank for that since I picked them out and told him after the fact.  Happy birthday to me!

Henry’s got another soccer game tomorrow night.  I love these and I’m excited to go.  Look at him go, getting a piece of that action.

Get you a pieeeeeece!

He scored the first goal of the season during this game.  Then he started crying and refused to go back onto the field.  Mercurial, like any good artist, I reckon.