Happy Birthday to me and Queen Elizabeth today. She’s 80 and I’m, um, not. We intend to celebrate by going for a walk — a 40-minute stroll, wherein we will dress in a vibrant pink coat with large round buttons and a wide asymmetric collar, working the crowds as they erupt into renditions of Happy Birthday.
Or, I might take Zoe and Lucy to school, paint some kitchen cabinets, go grocery shopping, pick Zoe and Lucy up from school and call it a morning.
With such options it’s hard to choose, really.
Either way, I’m excited to have a reason to wear my cerise-colored, feathered hat.