Happy Birthday to Me

They say it’s your birthday…(da na na na na)
It’s my birthday too, yeah..(da na na na na)

The hubby and I went out to dinner last night, leaving our children with the babysitter. This morning I found out that this is the SECOND time my daughter’s diaper was put on backwards. And it was a different babysitter, too! One who never made that mistake before. Oh well, guess she’s out of practice.

In any case, we went to one of those restaurants where you sit at the Hibachi grill and the chef twirls spatulas, hacks up the chicken and steak, flips eggs, and sets onions on fire. He made a volcano out of a stack of onions, igniting some form of alcohol, and it shot flames into the air. Such fun. When the alchohol had burned off, he moved the onions over, and a cloud of steam filtered out the top. It really did look like a volcano.

But sadly, I have to go to work today. The little children had better be good on my birthday or heads will roll. I’ve decided to mess with them. I threw a math problem on the board so they could calculate my age. For those of you wondering, no I am NOT 23. Haven’t been 23 in a very long time. I am two to the fifth power, minus one. That will mess with my students since they haven’t learned exponents yet. They’re devious enough that they’ll want to know what it means. Ah, a teachable moment.

Hope everybody has a nice day today!