Now, that’s how you whip up a happy birthday! Thanks for the tidal wave of goofy jokes - my dumb chicken joke seems extra dumb now. Not only did I laugh, but I also giggled, gasped and guffawed. And, your outpouring of jokes had me in such a fabulous mood all day! What love - thank you!
As far as the laughs go, I don’t think I’ll look at the numbers 0 and 8 in the same way again. And, I wish that I had a Grandmother Pizza. Picking a winner was harder than ever expected. In fact, I brought the jokes with me to my birthday dinner for input (you can see the manuscript beneath my right arm, below). Pink Fluff, Magic Beer, and The Decoy won rave reviews, as well as Darth Vader Party Pooper and 9, 8, 7, 6… And, that was only the first half of what came in!
So, coming from a gal who has her husband order food for her (indecisive - too many choices!), I’d like to present the first place ribbon to Caroline for:
Q: Why did the skeleton burp in church?
A: Because he didn’t have the guts to fart.
My mother is still trying to decide if she could get away with telling this one at church. Caroline will have her pick of the pincushions and this fabulous ribbon to flaunt around town – wear it with pride!
As for the birthday list, mission accomplished! (Except for the fact that wish #1 was so well-met that it
prevented postponed wish #2) As a bonus, Isaac made me breakfast lunch. Then, not long after, I had a fantastic dinner with my loved ones (and your menagerie of jokes), glutting myself on Godiva Chocolate Cheesecake, with White Chocolate Raspberry Truffle Cheesecake as my palette cleanser – whoa! Then Isaac and I snuck off to the bookstore, followed by The Devil Wears Prada, while my mother watched the kids. An ideal day.
(Yes, wish #4 was squeezed in as well – but it will require its own future post)
Finally, you have to see the birthday card from my sister, Julia. She bought it for me almost a decade ago, finding it irresistibly perfect. She then stashed it away for my next birthday and forgot about it every year since. I can’t have changed too much over the years, because this card is still as Heathery as they come. In fact, lock me in a room with nothing to do, for long enough, and I’ll knit myself a scarf from my own hair – or perhaps a hammer and a chisel to escape with.