The Cheesecake Factory - to which I have not been before, but with which
jasra was sufficiently familiar to suggest it while we were attempting to locate dinner - does the most utterly charming writing of 'Happy birthday to you' on the edge of your plate of desert, if they know it's your birthday. I'm _still_ charmed. They wrote it in chocolate! And I could read it! Hee. :) (
jasra has a picture of it, even!)
I have no idea how anyone ever answers when people ask how old they feel. I feel... like I always have. Like me! I don't _have_ an age in my head, which is almost certainly why I tend to forget my age unless it's a sufficiently interesting number that I recall it with less effort than calculating requires (27 was easy. 3
3, and the same number as my birthday day).
La! Petting of my kitty, then sleep. Sleeeeeeep.
Full. Very, very full.