Snow *birth* Day

It always rains on my birthday. Though I can't stand rain, this fact is something I live with, and not unhappily, I might add. This year, I awakened to he usual sounds of rain--- ahhhh, the raindrops hitting the pavement let me know it's really my birthday. The pitter-patter subsides by the time I pull myself from my lime green sheets (comfy jersey knit like a t-shirt) and, as I make my way to the window I realize that, though there is no more rain, something is definitly falling from the sky. IT'S SNOW!!! Even Charlie is so excited he looks like he's having a seizure the way his head jumps from this direction to that, unable to focus on one snowlake at a time. I throw on my coat and some sneakers, grab the cat, and make a run for the great outdoors. This may be a downer for some, but the kid I'm happy I'll never outgrow is full of weather induced ecstasy. Itz ma birfday!!!!!!!!!