Yesterday, July 8th was my 67th birthday. Oh boy. I feel the same as I did at 66. Nothing going on. My cousins Carol and Lauren called and sent cards. Jen is speaking to me again, (she was mad she wasn’t invited to Myrtle Beach). She sent a beautiful card. Bryan portaled with Brylee singing Happy Birthday!

Pete was going to take me out to dinner but I was tired and wanted to take a nap. I thought an ice cream cone at Bruster’s would be a perfect dinner. I slept from five to six thirty. Pete had the same idea, so I didn’t have to ask. I had my favorite, chocolate raspberry ice cream in a waffle cone. Peter also bought me a Mac Book Air. I didn’t ask for it, he seems to feel I need one. I’m excited about it. We’ll go out to dinner another night.