My granddaughter, Maddy, and I are celebrating our shared birthday today.  Maddy is by far the best birthday gift of my entire life.  The day she was born my daughter phoned to let me know she was in labor.  I was so excited, and I told her I’d meet her at the hospital.  Only I had a nail appointment that day, so I raced down to the salon to tell Jane I had to cancel.  Naturally, I told practically everyone in the entire mall that my daughter was having her baby on MY birthday.  Then I stopped by the bank to tell my good friend, Betty Roper.  She would then pass the word along to the rest of my Breakfast Club friends.  To make a long story short, I stopped to tell so many people about this fabulous gift that . . . I missed the birth!  By the time I arrived at the hospital, so had Maddy.