Happy Birthday to Mambo!

I turned 32 today...I think. It may be 33, but I'm pretty sure it's 32, at least I hope it is...It seems the older I get, the harder it is to remember how old I really am. It turned out to be a great day for a birthday! I woke up to the best rendition of "Happy Birthday" I've heard from Annie, and Olivia smiled for the whole time she was singing it to me. I had lunch with some friends I work with, and made plans to get together with other friends later this week. This evening Tim, the girls and I headed out with a picnic dinner to the local Tuesday night free concert. It wasn't the best band that we've seen, but they were pretty good, and while we were their Olivia rolled over for the second time, and Annie got a spider painted on her arm by a nice lady...she was very proud of it.

We had actually started celebrating my birthday with cake and pizza on Sunday. In my endless quest to find Lima Pub style pizza we decided to give Frank the Pizza King a try. I had noticed this place a few months ago and since the building it is in looked kinda shady and the sign was definitely from the late 70's I thought maybe...just maybe it would be the flour-y crust and thick sauce and burnt cheese, cut into squares pizza that I've been searching for. We walked up and yes! it smelled just like the pub! We ordered and when the pizza came, well, not the pub but pretty good anyways. But don't worry, I've heard a rumor of a pizza place down the road that cuts their pizza into squares, we'll have to try that place next time. Later that night we cut into my birthday cake that Annie and Tim made and I'd have to say it was one of the best cakes I've had...devil's food cake with a jar of drained maraschino cherries mixed in, and a layer of cherry flavored whipped cream in the middle...now that I'm thinking of it, I think I should go upstairs and help myself to a slice before bedtime...Goodnight!