Guess what? Right. I didn't call her.
First I was out and about town, pampering myself. Then I returned home and launched into spastic mommy mode, cleaning house and laundering and ironing and packing for our trip. Before I knew it, it was 9 pm, and although my grandparents are night owls, it is just, like, against my religion or something to call anybody after 9 pm unless it is an absolute emergency. Is a birthday an emergency?
I suck.
Grandma, I don't know if you ever venture onto the internet, but here is proof that I was thinking of you today:
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