WE CELEBRATED THE 43RD...

...anniversary of my 39th birthday.  The decorator had goofed.  If you look closely at the photo, you will see that the ‘4’ is squeezed in between the ‘y’ in happy, and the ‘3’.  Initially it read ‘Happy 3rd...’.  No, I’m not that young!  I wish!

On the other hand, when I asked for the correction, the owner of the Baskin Robbins asked how old I was.  I said I was celebrating the forty-third anniversary of my thirty-ninth birthday.  She scrunched up her face for a few moments while she did the math.  Then she said incredulously, “You’re not that old!”  Flattery will get you anywhere.

There were eight of us for dessert, which was an ice cream cake -- chocolate ice cream, of course.

 Okay, you only see seven.



Cliff was taking the picture.

Plus one uninvited guest,

but it didn't consume any

of the cake and ice cream.

That's Oswald -- the one on the left.

Gifts?  Well there were strawberries, a melon, some raviolis, and of course, Oswald.  But the best gift of all was the gift of friendship from all those who joined me in consuming the ice cream cake, to those who sent cards, telephoned, and sent e-cards.  Thank you all!


What!  You want humor, too?  That wasn't funny enough?

Well --

CHURCH MIS-ADVERTISEMENTS

~ This being Easter Sunday, we will ask Mrs. Lewis to come forward and lay an egg on the altar.

~ Don't let worry kill you -- let the church help.

~ Thursday night - Potluck supper. Prayer and medication to follow.

~ Remember in prayer the many who are sick of our church and community.