My big night out! We actually left the park and met our friends, Deb and Butch, at a restaurant for my birthday dinner. We had so much fun. Laughing and talking. It was so ......... normal.
My favorite birthday card came from my Dad. A frog, of course. The message on the inside:
I can just see my Dad laughing out loud in the store, while Mama is trying to make him put the card back and telling him he is not going to send that to me.
I really made a haul with Deb! Journals to write thoughts down, a candle to help me relax as I write and a cookbook holder. Also a couple of pictures. She framed a picture of our new puppy and there were pictures of me and her granddaughter, Kiley, from last year. Deb and I are convinced that Kiley and Gavin will marry one day and we will share beautiful great grandchildren.
The candle smells good enough to eat!
Suppose it is just coincidence that the cookbook is open to cake recipes?
He who knows me all too well presented me with a bucket of treasures.
Six ounce bottles of Coke! In their very own bucket, ready to be iced down. It even came with a bottle opener. And a new cordless drill that is light weight. For my arthritis challenged hands. I think. Or maybe he thinks I will stop removing walls and such if my tools are smaller?
And a Coca-Cola clock with a neon light! Chrome on the outside. Love it!
He seems to be quite pleased with his sweet self! Yes, my pupils are dilated. Yes, I had a drink. Hey, it's my birthday! The men were driving, so the ladies indulged.