Birthday blunder. I got up this morning, dim and early, to fetch birthday balloons for my daughter. I burst into her room with said balloons, singing “happy berfday” off-key, only to turn on the light and notice that one of them says, “Happy Birthday, Boy!” Ayayay. Her laugh was priceless. We had a great time joking about it, lazily fumbling around in her room, right before she gets ready for school. I may not be the brightest bulb. I’m just the loudest. Here’s to the wonderful mistakes with good intentions –> or good intentions with wonderful mistakes.