This is a little happy wish for my sister-in-law, who is at work this afternoon. On a gorgeous Sunday. On her birthday.
We are late with the card, as usual, but she did get a phone call in which the shrill voices of my children, carried over one hundred and fifty miles of cable, may have possibly pierced her eardrums with their rendition of the Happy Birthday song, complete with their own flava. Beat that Hallmark.
Happy Birthday, Dr. P!