My birthday was on the 13th.
First, we went fishing, and Mark caught a gross looking sheepshead. He was glad his curse of not catching anything was broken. Mine, of course, remained. Then we headed to my mom’s for a birthday brunch, since their 40th wedding anniversary was the next day and they were going out of town for the night. It was very yummy. They usually make me a birthday cake (Confetti cake with Rainbow chip frosting) but this year dad gave me a box of Confetti mini-muffins and a tub of Rainbow Chip for dipping. He also got me a baby Yoda plush. Facts: I have never seen The Mandolorian. Or any Star Wars movie, for that matter. But I love me some baby Yoda.
After brunch, we went back out fishing. This time at the access site off Harlem Rd. And finallyfinallyfinally, I hooked a baby perch. Mark snapped the below pic.
In the evening, we went over to Kev’s to play beanbags and have a fire. It was a nice birthday.
And it extended unexpectadly into this past Saturday, when the kiddos came. I mentioned offhand to E once, jokingly, that nobody makes me a birthday cake even though I make four or five a year for all of them. She remembered this, and set out to do just that. The result was a delicious white cake with buttercream frosting and blueberries on top. She even put the candles in the shape of a 37.
K, not to be overshadowed, made me dinner. It was just hot dogs and packaged mac salad, but I enjoyed not having to stand at the stove. We also took E, K, and L fishing, and everybody caught something.
Sunday was Fathers Day. Mark was given goodies…World’s Best Dad plaques from K and a jug for his change from E. The girls and L went home but M stayed, and we went to my parents to have dinner with dad.
Today I woke up and had a million things to do, completely forgetting that one of them was to come up with a blog topic. So, forgive me if this isn’t the most thought-provoking thing you’ve read…if you want thought-provoking, you should read my book.