Today is my birthday. My family must have decided that I needed some extra sugar (to make me less grouchy, perhaps?). First, they made me a wonderful birthday cake. I thought that was enough, but then my daughter made me a birthday pie. It was a strawberry pie with cool whip and sprinkles. She insisted that I have a piece. It was of course, delicious. A little while later, they offered me an orange creamcicle. Now they want to go outside and roast marshmallows. I think I will be dieting until my next birthday!