Happy birthday Mom!

Today is Mom's birthday. I'm trying to be excited since this birthday thing has more significance in a human's life. Mom always plays down her birthday, especially as she gets closer to 30. I don't get it — I'm 35 and I still get plenty of attention in the elevator. Some even say I have a baby face, whatever that means.

I overheard Mom on the phone last night talking about Grandma and Grandpa coming to visit. She said something about walking (ugh) and dinner (mmm). I'm counting on eggs. I can't imagine anyone's favorite food being something other than eggs. Definitely a birthday food. 

Mom will be heading off to work in a bit which means I only have a few hours to figure out a gift. (Again, the gift and birthday thing. I still don't understand but I'm going with it.) One time Mom wrapped a gift that looked a bit like me. Should I wrap something that looks like her? 

Heck, maybe I'll just play some Taylor Swift music as she comes home. 

And that's what I'm mulling over today.

Your friend,

Murphs