Even though it was more than a week past the date, we decided to go to the town's favorite pizza joint, the Pizza Factory, to get our oldest daughter her annual birthday pizza. If you tell the waitresses at this place that it's somebody's birthday, they will make them a pizza in the shape of the number of years that you'd like. We ended up going to the restaurant just moments after finishing up the evening weight lifting class, so it was a happy mess, the five of us sitting down, sweaty and smiling, loud at boisterous, to enjoy a late celebration for her. Happy belated birthday, Sweet Pea.