Happy Birthday to my favorite teenager
Today is Bree's 17th birthday. 17. Damn. Grandma Rosie, my mom, got her a sleep machine (for white noise since she has trouble sleeping) and a tuxedo vest Bree wanted. Grandma Monica got her two books and a dvd on writing screenplays taken from Bree's wish list. Howard and I got her a limited edition Linkin Park t-shirt, a custom made scarf with her favorite poem on it and a road trip to see her favorite author, Stephen King, read the first chapter of his new book Dr. Sleep and then discuss it afterward. She got on the bus today a very, very happy birthday girl. YAY!