happy birthday to me

Friday was my birthday. Friday was a fairly stinky day, but today I attended the Marmot House celebration of my special day and now I feel properly feted. The little marmots sang "A Very Merry Unbirthday" to me 4 or 5 times and we opened presents before dinner, because the anticipation was about to rocket them right off their chairs. I received 2 rocks, a ballpoint pen they found in the street (only slightly dusty), and a pink, yarn hair accessory fashioned by Madame E(6).

We enjoyed delicious sushi for dinner.


E(6) refused to eat any at all. M(4) used her chopsticks to extract all the meat from the middles and ignored the vegetables, rice, and seaweed.

I think Tuey was dipping his in soy sauce and then sucking the soy sauce off.


I love German Chocolate Cake for my birthday. German Chocolate Cake or Italian Cream Cake are the two most festive cakes in my book. My sister makes them both very well. (And she's very kind to make any cake at all, particularly since she's making a purple pony cake for M(4) on Tuesday and Marmot Babe's birthday is on Saturday.)


I ate far too much and had to lie on the floor and moan for about 20 minutes after the meal. M(4) very sweetly joined me and snuggled up with me, seemingly undisturbed by my groaning.

Eventually we went outside (where I could lie in the grass and regret those last few sushi selections). Doesn't Marmot Babe have great toes?