It's tough to figure out what to get her, because when you're as old as she is, you've got or have had just about everything.
A watch? She's got one. She won it in a drawing down at the union hall the night that FDR got elected to his fourth term. Still keeps pretty good time.
Dishes? She's got plenty, because back in her day they came in boxes of detergent, and she's been around long enough to use lots of detergent.
A car? She's still driving that one that she bought new right off the lot. And as slow as she drives it, That Model A Ford will never wear out.
Maybe a cruise. But then again, she swore that she'd never get on another ship after that night that the Titanic sunk.
Jewelry? She's already got a nice necklace that a former suitor flew all the way to France to get for her. Nice fella, that Lindbergh. Then there's the brooch that her old beau, Ben gave her. But she hasn't talked about Mr. Franklin in a while, come to think of it.
One good thing about my mom's birthdays though...these days, you don't even need to put the birthday cake in the oven. You just have to light all of the candles and it bakes itself.
My Mom...alway cool, always classy. Happy Birthday, Ma.
P.S. Thanks for this new picture of you. Looks like that Botox is really doing it's thing.