Happy Day of your birth, Laura Clay!
You work harder and play harder than anyone! You taught me “you’ll never know until you ask” with all your bold ways. And I’ve watched in awe at your ability to “get things” (well, expect that one thing). You have listened to me rant and soapbox. We’ve cried while sharing so many plates of bacon and eggs. You are Nanoo to my child. You supported all my mothering choices with such enthusiasm; even the choice to quit working which meant to quit working with you. Oh great maker of cardboard playhouses and spoiler of children, enjoy your day!
Hip Hip Hurray to the only woman I know who consistently gets free chips and salsa from Chili’s! Here’s hoping you’re not on call tonight. Happy Birthday!
Inexplicable Ways 