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Happy Birthday, Baby Boy! (Thanks for reminding us - at 2 a.m. today - that that's when you were born. I'm not sure it was necessary to stay up for the next two hours, though.)

Keep sweeping, Martha

salute

The day started out with freshly squeezed orange juice, coffee, bacon, cinnamon rolls, and a Greek omelet. It ended with Roscoe's pizza and mango gelato. Who could ask for a better Mother's Day?

Keep sweeping,

Martha

the blanket’s spread wide for your guests

I know what someone's getting for his birthday. Good thing he can't read Momma's blog.

From The Souls of Boys

Keep sweeping, Martha

Watching Top of the Lake. Watched three-quarters of Hitchcock. Finished reading Sweet Tooth by Ian McEwan.

PS - You can listen to the inspiration for the title of this post here: http://www.francesengland.com/. It's called "Tea Party."

out like a lion

Dear April:

I bid you adieu.

Good riddance.

Admittedly, you were not without your bright points - cherry blossoms, the family reunion, Mad Men: Season 6 premiere, gardening, the return of the screened in porch, the Cosmos Club dinner. But, overall, you displeased me. I didn't care for the two rapid succession ear infections, broken up by a terrible stuffy nose. Nor did I enjoy the projectile vomiting the other evening. I could have done without that.

So, so long, April. I can't say that I'll miss you. I'm ready for May - for birthdays, Mother's Day, and warm weather that will kill all those nasty, nasty germs.

Keep sweeping, Martha