The Birthday was nice...but, after you've done 75, one more or less is pretty much Ho-Hum. My sister happened to have a very pretty Lenox votive candle holder still in the box...never been used...so, I was able to give a little something to the aide.
My roommate's x-rays came back negative, so it's probably just swollen from spraining; but she's telling everyone it's broken, and she's staying in bed, chomping away at those nuts! She's the whiney, long-suffering kind, and she's milking this for all it's worth...pulling the call light every 1/2 hour or so for attention. :crz We share a room, but we really don't have much in common.
I enjoyed the pastries, k...and, what made you think I was Italian, gypsy? Austrian on Mom's side, Scottish on Dad's, although Stepfather was Italian. The family is a regular League of Nations with Jewish cousins, since Mom's sister married one...I was lucky to have the best of all worlds growing up.