I know it's not important to others, but I wanted to say that today is my mom's 92nd birthday. She's been living with us for about a year now, after a series of strokes finally stopped her from working 40-50 hrs a week in our upholstery shop, and we closed it. My dad died of a heart attack at 41, when I was 12, that was 50 years ago on my brother's 18th birthday. She raised me, saw to it I had what I needed, including copious butt kickings! She could carry one end of a big sofa well into her 80's, with her 4'11" 140 lbs of muscle. She went out dancing until she was in her 70's, and prior to the first stroke in 2006, looked at least 25 years younger than she was.
I love you mom!