Dorm room-that's what I'm calling my place in DC now. I look at it's small-ness and the fact that I have crammed all my worldly possessions into it and think, I've seen this before. But where? ... everytime I've visited a dorm...

MA and R and C & M brought my birthday party to me last night. They ordered a yummy Chicago style pizza (MA was saying that they asked her if she wanted thick or thin crust when she placed the order - huh? It was kind of like when I ordered a Ceasar salad once and they asked me what kind of dressing I wanted) to be delivered to my door and brought along a yummy chocolate brownie cake, with chocolate frosting. C and I walked to the corner 7/11 to purchase ice cream to top it off.

It was a fun evening and I was glad to see that my dorm room can hold guests, at least for a couple of hours. I'm waiting now for the rest of my family to visit.

Word of warning...be prepared to take home "parting gifts" when you visit. I'm dedicated to the task of simplifying and will never again move all the stuff I've accumulated over my 57 years! My son-in-law D is smiling right now, I imagine, upon hearing this.