Happy 75th, Grandma!

Flew home this weekend (well, Thursday through Saturday) to celebrate my grandmother's 75th birthday. Interesting fact: I'm 25, mom's teetering on 50 and grandma's 75. Numerologists would have a field day with us. We're all divisible by 5 which, as we all know, means one of us will be attacked by quintuplets. But which one?We celebrated grandma's 75th with dinner at my parent's favorite haunt, New York Prime. My Uncle Mark came in and all of us toasted to grandma's good health. Then there was a giant slice of chocolate cake and we all sang "happy birthday." I'd like to re-echo the sentiment: Happy Birthday, grandma!