Today's my mother's 60th birthday and my sister cooked up a little surprise for her, which I feel free to mention here because my mother barely knows how to check her email, let alone my idiotblog.
60 is a pretty big number, a milestone, if you will, and to commemorate said milestone, my sister hatched a plot to surprise my mother with not only a party, but with visits from some out-of-town guests. My brother and his family should be getting to town sometime early this afternoon, which will be surprise number one. And then, after dinner, surprise numbers two and three will probably occur at the same time, with surprise three being the party, unless surprise number two's plane arrives in time for them to join us for dinner.
My uncle, my mother's brother, is flying in for, well, a day and a half, really, from Sacramento, with his wife, which will be great because I don't remember the last time I saw them. I think it would have been my my sister's wedding 6 years ago...
Anyway, my mother doesn't know about any of this. She's been kept in total darkness for the past few weeks as my sister devised and hatched her plan. She will be quite surprised, without a doubt.
I shall take this opportunity to wish my mother a happy birthday, even though she'll more than likely never read this: Happy birthday, Mom. I'm glad I've been around for nearly half your life. It's been a ride, hasn't it?
And speaking of birthday surprises, about an hour ago I received an email from my buddy Mick informing us of the birth of his daughter, Joss. (Yes, she's named after Whedon.) So a big congratulations goes out to Mick and Kris. Cigars all around!