La Vie En Rose for 2006 March 14

Yesterday I was talking with my friend Kristi about how on her 23rd birthday we were on a plane to Paris. Then today I was reading Elsie Corbett and: on February 10 “I celebrated my 23rd birthday and became old enough to go as a VAD to a base hospital in France” (57-58). She was being held POW by Austrians in occupied Serbia.

It is not as though I want to be taken prisoner by the Austrians. I just rather wish I were doing something more exciting than writing about it. Such as on a plane to Paris...

Anyway my birthday really was far from boring or disasterous. My kind friends led me to believe they had forgotten (though I had my suspicions) then appeared on the doorstep with cheetos and diet coke and chocolate cake and kidnapped me to go on a shrimp adventure. Delicious and fun times all around. What wondeful friends I have. *pets*