Tomorrow is my Mother in Law Pat's 86th birthday.  The nursing home she lives at has a prayer meeting in the common room every morning and that's where they celebrate the birthdays of everyone who lives there.  So, this morning, Jay, Tim, Steve, Patty, Pam and I attended.  You can't put Jay and Tim in the same room without having it turn quickly into the Tim 'n Jay comedy hour.  Can't happen.  Especially not if Steve, who laughs at everything they say and do, is also in the same room.

Poor Sister Ruth had a hard time bringing this meeting to order, but she persevered and eventually was able to read the biography on Pat that she had compiled.  She didn't read it without lots of commentary and ad libbing from the audience, but the patients seemed to enjoy it.  Pam and I, sitting in the back row, certainly did.

We sang hymns, said prayers, had communion and laughed a lot.  Toward the end of the meeting, we were joined by Mr. Grabowski, who didn't know it was Pat's birthday. We paused the service long enough for him to take his place in his usual chair; a recliner pointed at the tv.

"How old are you?" he cheerfully bellowed.

"A hundred and thirty," Pat laughed.

"She's eighty six."  Patty said.

"I'm eighty nine!" Mr. G. crowed, silently adding So there! Ha!

We finished the last prayer and sang one more Amen and the second the singing stopped, Mr. Grabowski looked at me and bellowed into the sudden quiet:

"That's some pair of legs you've got there, Miss.  Are you married?"

I'm told I blushed the color of tomato soup but I know I retained enough composure to say Thank You. 

I never thought I'd see the day where I'd upstage Tim 'n Jay just by sitting there.