Steph, I had no clue. My kids from Indy and Cincinnati arrived in Peoria the night before and called from my daughter's house in Peoria to "wish me a happy birthday." They sounded like they were home making the calls. My one son had stopped at the house in the morning "on his way to visit his sisters." He was in Peoria also.

When I openned the door to go in and help "move the furniture," there was someone pointing a camera and for half a second I started to close the door thinking I was messing up the ladies taking pictures. Then exclaimed, "OMG, that's my daughter taking the picture!"

Total surprise. Absolutely unexpected.

P.S. Gee Lixy, I'm on my fourth jar of pickles waiting. It's going on two days and the house is starting to smell kosher.