Coffee:

Today would be my mom's 105th birthday. I surely have told the story before, but we figured out that her real birthday was the 14th when she was in her 60s, so we still continued to celebrate on the 19th out of habit. The handwritten birth record looked like 19, but she had heard stories all her life about her mom giving birth at home and her aunts going to fetch the doctor from his home after Sunday mass. Back 40 years ago or so, when we got a new fangled fancy calculator that would tell you the day of the week for any date we put in her birthday, and it came up Friday; she was adamant that she was born on Sunday. We believe her grandmother, aunts, and uncles over the 'official' record.