I know I’m a day late. There’s a really good story behind it.
Yesterday, I looked at the date, and while coloring self-portraits with my kids during my 11 am class, I thought, HEY! I should call Stephanie and have all my kids sing her happy birthday! So I get out my phone and start looking through it for her number. Wouldn’t you know it. I don’t have her number.
So I call Mom. Hey! I need Stephanie’s number! It’s her birthday, I want to give her a call! All on voicemail. Rats.
So, Mom calls back and I get her number jotted down on a sticky note this morning during my rowdy 5th grade class, and promise to call Stephanie with a belated birthday song. Of course, all sorts of chaos ensues, there’s a fire drill, and then, poof, it’s the end of the day. I get home and think HEY! I should call Stephanie now! Where’s that sticky note?
Oh yeah. On MY DESK!
So Stephanie. I give up. The art room gnomes have plotted against me to call you on your birthday. Or even close to your birthday.
Instead, I give you this;
Your all time favorite food group: APPLESAUCE! The next time I see you, I owe you a few jars of homemade, cinnamon and sugar, applesauce.
See? It’s even got your name on it!
Happy 22nd birthday!