- Salad - romaine, craisins, cinnamon Tabasco almonds, granny smith apple, & homemade vinegrette
- roasted asparagus with lemon
- orzo pasta with feta, dried cherries, and fresh basil with a lemon & olive oil dressing
- Zingerman's french bread
- grilled shrimp
- bacon wrapped filets
And of course... the most important part...
a pitcher of Bunny's crazy rum juice and our excellent guests brought a pitcher of apple margies.
We had the little bug's birthday brunch yesterday. It was a great, relaxing way to celebrate. The food was good, the company even better. He was in a pretty good mood all morning, the pic above he is trying on Grandpa Rico's 60+ year old cap. The pic below he is destroying his very own mini carrot cake.
My friend and I decided to get pedicures this morning and they were awesome. What is better than hanging out with an intelligent, funny, awesome friend? She is insanely generous and treated me to a birthday lunch after. Thanks friend for the company, the chat, and the laughter, you are awesome, but I'm sure you know that already.
Hope you all had a great day too!
Today is my thirty-second birthday.
I am touched that my husband stayed up until midnight, just to whisper "it is your birthday," into my almost sleeping ear.
I am touched that Finnegan gave me a huge hug this morning and woke up at 8:20 rather than his usual 7 am.
I reconnected with my friend Brian, my closest bestest male friend in the world, aside from my husband. It's been too long and I am touched that as I was getting ready to pop his card in the mail, he was sending me birthday messages. I really missed him a lot.
I was touched by Brittany, the massage therapist at Beauty Bar during my shirodhara treatment, my excellent birthday gift from my excellent mom.
I touched my tongue to my favorite lunch at Panera.
Finnegan hates to touch grass, even when we're sunning ourselves in Meme's backyard. Thanks to Mother Nature for finally getting it right, a BEAUTIFUL 74 degree day.
I am touched at all the well wishes from my girls, you know who you are.
I am touched at all of the cards and phone calls, mostly on my new celly and love from my family and friends.
I am touched that I have friends willing to give up a Saturday for pedicures and lunch and hilarious, heartfelt cards that make me all mushy.
I'm also touched for friends that drive over to my house and have much too generous gifts and cards so touching, they make my eyes well with happy tears.
And Hizzle, this one is for you. My tongue touched some abbbalos, abubbalos, allibaba, abbodos... Abuelos for dinner tonight with my two most favorite fellows in the world.
The Office, aka the best show in the universe, touched my funny bone.
YKW: *casually puts wrapped gift on living room table, he knows full well that I can't deal with temptation of a wrapped gift. Ever. It is torture.*
me: What's that? My birthday present? Can I open it?
me: *thinking for sure it is a TRICK!* Really?
YKW: *not paying attention to me typing on the computer* Yep.
me: *even MORE thinking it is a trick* Can I REALLY open it?
YKW: Yep. *clickety click click click type type* It's just an empty box so if you want to open it go ahead.
me: Damn it! Really? Can I seriously open it? Are you tricking me? Why is it empty? It's really empty?
YKW: Open it. It's just a place holder so you had something to open.
me: Well that isn't fun! Can I still open it?
( If I may interject here... You see how sad I am folks? I would rather open an empty box than to not open anything at all and today isn't even my real birthday.)
me: *running over to get the box* Wait there is something in there!
Watching British comedy on PBS is one of my very most guilty pleasures. I think it all started when I was in grade school and used to watch Are You Being Served when I probably should have been sleeping. From there it spread to shows like Ab Fab, Fawlty Towers, and who can forget (and I blame my uncle Jimmy for this one) Benny Hill?
I will watch complete crap if you slap a British accent on it. So now my Saturday nights are sometimes, ok, more often than not... spent watching As Time Goes By, The Vicar of Dibley, and ahem, Keeping Up Appearances. This last little entry is the guiltiest of all pleasures. And I would like you all to know, I am going to single handedly bring back the candlelight supper as an hommage to Hyacinth.
And so, it's almost 10 pm here and I must get my cup of tea in my Royal Doulton with hand-painted periwinkles. Cheerio my good readers.
- I am busy teaching the dog to babysit Finnegan. He does a fabulous job watching him while he has a ball in his hand... we're still working on it.
- Well, that is really it. Teaching a dog to babysit is hard work.
I promise to be back in full force here shortly.
When I finally wrangle the box open, my surprise and delight can. not. be. contained. Look AT THE MOST FUN SERVING PIECE EVER! I am seriously using it on Saturday. Because it ROCKS. I love it. Love it love it love it.