Thursday will be Marty's birthday (when I traditionally pick up the check at a restaurant of his choice) but we sort of celebrated it today. The kids were off from school, so Hilary brought Josh and Ben over late this afternoon and Ross and Nancy stopped on their way home from D.C to Manhattan with Kayla and Alexander. They all brought cake and we wished Grandpa a happy b.d a few days early. I retrieved my mother so she could see the children. It was a very lively afternoon, to say the least, and as my mother said, 'a few days -- what's the difference?' LOL. Right.
My grandmother always said her birthday was Nov. 3 and I was her birthday present:-). But we discovered her b.d. was on Nov 4. (well, as Nov. 5th I was a gift in either case). We always celebrated my father's birthday on New Year's Eve because it was supposedly Jan 1. After he died, I discovered his birth certificate said Jan 2. So who was right?
Marty's mother always said she was a year older than she actually was. Uh - why would anybody want to do THAT?? One of life's mysteries.