Happy birthday, Peanut!

My niece Rachel—you’ve heard me casually mention her on the blog—turns the big one-two today, and the ‘rents and I were quite fortunate that she was able to mark such an auspicious birthday occasion (she shares birthdays with the likes of William Powell, Clara Bow, Thelma Todd and Budd Boetticher—very darn extraordinary!) with us here at Rancho Yesteryear.  She opened her gifts yesterday because she and her folks are leaving today (they’re going to spend the week luxuriating at Tybee Island, a stone’s throw from our old Savannah stomping grounds) and I don’t mind telling you she made out with some very impressive swag.  (Most of it of the One Direction variety, which I have been told by Rach is a popular music group.  They even have their own duct tape.)

Because there was much merriment and One Directioning yesterday, I decided to postpone this week’s Doris Day(s)…and while I know many of you are disappointed, you shouldn’t be—because this is a terrible episode.  There’s plenty on the Thrilling Days of Yesteryear agenda this week—much Blogathon contributions and the like—so we will return to normal blogging as soon as our company is on its way.