Good morning! Today is my birthday, and it started off with a gift from my husband, sans chimp-hands.
I got my first birthday greeting at the crack of dawn.
The mailman had scads of birthday cards for me (crossing my fingers there’s no glitter; I hate hate hate glitter!)
My girls are coming over to fix me up, Sandra Dee style.
A fabulous party is planned for the noon hour.
Toasts will be made in my honor.
In fact, the entire state will raise their hats to me.
And when the sun goes down, the hub and I may throw caution to the wind and share a bottle of unpasteurized milk.
We know how to party.
*All pictures are from the 1948 Oklahoma A&M College yearbook.
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