Cause and Effect. Eat a big wad of birthday cake in the middle of the night and have your head explode in your sleep.

This is the afterglow of the big day. My friends and family are gone, but they leave a lovely scent of preciousness wafting behind them. (This must be the frosting talking. But you know what I mean.)

Robby enjoys the carnival ride of sitting on his big bucket of kitty food while I unspin the lid, whoo! around and around he goes. Robby is very sleepy today. I think all the company did him in, in a delightful sort of way.

Well, time for more birthday cake. At breakfast this morning, I just happened to mention to the waitress that it was my birthday (well, it was, yesterday). So the next thing I know, a piece of cake is sitting in front of me, with Happy Birthday elegantly scrawled on the plate in chocolate syrup. Of course, if the Vinoy had known, they would have brought me a stack of buttermilk pancakes instead and written happy birthday in syrup :) But I forgive them.

The big laugh for the day was Sweet Tulsa telling me the story, at Ft. DeSoto beach, incidentally, about an older man we know getting remarried the instant his wife died. One of Sweet Tulsa's charming friends said, I hope his wife wasn't still smoldering in the morgue even as he exchanged wedding vows with the new wife.

For some reason, "smoldering in the morgue" sent me over the edge, I can't stop laughing. I guess you have to know the Lovely Lee who said this...I can just picture her summarizing the situation...too funny.

Okay, sugar granules are gobbling up my brain cells. Have a wonderful week, everyone!

KEM PS My sister made a picture book (as in a real book) of my life, from old photos, I think I told you. But what I didn't see, is on the binding, is that what you call it?, the spine, no, I can't think of the word, but the title of the book is Dear Little KEM. It's printed in dear little white letters because the book cover is charcoal gray because the picture on the front of Laura, our brother and me and the dog Boggie is black and white (and could win a contest, the composition is priceless, way to go, Mom). Which, charcoal gray, by the way, is the color of the top I wore to the party. Fun how things work out that way.