One of the reasons I married my brilliant husband is because he’s funny. Really funny. Here’s the flash project, Matt Sings, he just finished for one of his classes tomorrow. See if you don’t think it’s funny, too.

Yesterday was my birthday, and I spent it doing things I love, which is what you should do on your birthday. There’s something wonderful and almost decadent about going to the movies in the morning, so I went to a 10:30 show of “Duplicity,” which I thought was fantastic. Such a smart, well-crafted script.

After the movie, I tooled up to my favorite garden center and bought hanging baskets and other plants to festoon the front porch. Restraint where plants are concerned is never easy, but I managed not to go hog wild. I did lust in my heart after too many of the gorgeous things there, though.

Next, lunch at First Chinese Barbecue, where I had an order of their scrumptious spicy fried squid. It’s hard to beat green onions, jalapeños, ginger, and salt. Yum-my! I swear, I could eat it every day.

No birthday is complete without a visit to the bookstore. Or an afternoon nap. In the evening, my beloved husband fixed supper—ribeyes on our new grill he’d assembled, baked potatoes, wedge salad with lots of gorgonzola, and a nice Malbec to go along with it. For dessert, lemon cupcakes and good old Blue Bell Homemade Vanilla with Strawberries.

The children made birthday cards, one of which depicted me giving a book signing and another showing me winning an Oscar for best screenplay. It’s nice to know I have a couple of fans already.

Not a glamorous birthday celebration perhaps—and I have had a few of those—but it made me happy.