It's My Party

It's nice to share a birthday with 1) Ansel Adams and 2) women I know at church.  I love the photography of Ansel Adams, and I can hook elbows with the women at church when we stand there at the beginning of February for the monthly rendering of "Happy Birthday."

Today's imaginary song list includes:

1) "It's My Party," sung by Lesley Gore (but read the whole story here!)
2) "You Say It's Your Birthday," sung by the Beatles (but read about Ringo Starr's 70th birthday here!)
3) "Happy Birthday, Mr. President," sung by Marilyn Monroe, with additional lyrics to "Thanks, Mr. President" here!)

Why does it look like the sparkles are just painted on?!

So, yes, I can cry if I want to, but I think I will sing along to The Weepies and Pink Martini in the kitchen, or wiggle my hips to the soundtrack of Moulin Rouge, as I do laundry in the basement, instead. We'll see, won't we?

The somewhat vague birthday plans still include a poetry meeting (unless there's a bad thunderstorm, as my poet friend is driving over from Peoria), no cake, and probably wine instead of Wild Turkey.

But church and volleyball wolleyball are out of the picture, as the kid is driving herself today, due to midday transportation issues involving the dad-coach/tournament schedule. Hence, the singing and dancing household chores opportunity. My life is a musical comedy, and I like it that way.