I thought I'd be spending my birthday tomorrow enjoying the tulips I bought today, but Scooter, who shares a birthday with me, regards tulips as a noshy (who knew). If they're poisonous, he may not make it to tomorrow. But then again, if tulips were poisonous, there wouldn't be a deer left in suburbia. And, for that matter, my characters in Life As We Knew It would be dead, since I had them eat tulip bulbs for dinner one night. So most likely Scooter will live, even if my tulips won't.
Fortunately for both of us, there's more to this birthday business than tulips. Scooter is getting a bright green catnip mouse that he'll probably mistake for a tulip. And my goddaughter sent me a birthday present of two of the cheeses she makes, OPUS 42 and PRIX DE DIANE. I treated myself to a taste of each one last night, and they are seriously yummy.
Tomorrow, I'll be having a birthday lunch with my mother, Marci and Carol. Then Saturday, my friends Joyce and Lew are coming for the weekend. I'm going to make supper Saturday night (chicken with multitudinous garlic cloves), and Sunday morning we're going to the elegant Glenmere Mansion for a very very elegant champagne brunch.
When we're not eating our happy little heads off, we'll be watching movies, which is what Joyce and Lew and I do when they come to visit. I know we'll watch Conflict, which is a genuinely silly movie, but Joyce and Lew love Humphrey Bogart, and I don't think they've seen this one. Since it's short, we may have a double feature of either The Reckless Moment or Wild Things, which was also pretty silly, but had so many plot twists I got dizzy from watching. Then,on Sunday night, I think we'll watch Wings, the first movie to win the Academy Award. The only tricky part is Wings makes me cry every time I watch it, and the image of Joyce and Lew and me all sobbing at the end is a little worrisome.
Alas, Monday they go home, and I have to return to normal life. What's worse, I'll have to lose the 10 pounds I'm bound to put on from this orgy of birthday celebration.
Maybe I should follow Scooter's example, and limit my diet to tulips!