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Today is my youngest son, Brad’s, 11th birthday. We usually have one big party at the Walnut Ridge City Pool. Not this year! A couple of weeks ago, there was a WWE Pay-Per View event that he really wanted to see. My husband gave him the choice of a big party or the Pay-Per View. Of course he chose the Pay-Per View.

I thought he’d regret that decision once his birthday arrived, but he’s getting a pretty good deal out of it.

We are doing a small celebration tonight at home. Brad gets his choice for supper (Pizza Hut pepperoni pizza), cake and a present. Tomorrow night, my mom is cooking him a special supper and all our family will be there. Friday he is having a small party at our house for a couple of his friends.

It seems it’s turning into a week-long celebration.
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Chain letters have always made me crazy. But at least in the good old days of snail mail the things came less often because the sender had to pay for postage and then get them in the mail. Now they just zip through my e-mail at all hours of the day and night.

Threats of retribution and bad luck often accompany them or they whine about friendship. If I’m a real friend I’ll pass them on to all the people I know and continue the chain.

I always break the chain. I do not want to receive it, and I do not want to send it. So far the only bad thing that’s happened to me is that the stuff keeps showing up in my inbox. I guess that’s bad enough.

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