Happy Birthday, Mommy!!

Fifty-five years ago, on this very day, Neva and Merill of California welcomed their first child into the world and her name was Karen Sue. They were pleased as punch and the world, too, sighed in contentment at the good, giggly soul that had been brought forth (and I don't just say that because she wound up producing me). She, too, was of the gnomely persuasion--shorter, with ample cheeks that flush red, a solidly curvy shape, and a perpetually happy attitude. My mother is a very bubbly woman who makes snowmen for Christmas by stuffing birdseed into socks and adding buttons, a clove nose. She loves Betty Boop and her sweet husband. Together (with Betty, of course) they shall all one day move to Kentucky and live on a rural property with a lake where they can raise Shelty puppies and spoil Grandkids.

Happy Birthday, Momma. And remember, you don't have to go to the matinee shows to save money anymore.... Just use your new discount!