It's my better half's birthday. Probably closer to 15/16th than half however.
Her own classy link. Happy Birthday pookie.
Postscript. Went to Olé for dinner last night. I've previously blogged about what a great place it is. The restaurant packs you in tightly, and last night was chock full. So all of us got to listen to a baby crying. Really? You have to take an infant to a busy expensive restaurant on a Saturday night? Of course none of us dared to complain. Instead every table quietly fumed.