Cake, Card And A Candle Tradition

Yesterday started out like a normal day.

By the time I realized I was awake, I was standing in Target with bed-head and a holey Roll Tide t-shirt trying to decide between the gray and white lampshades.

Lamps At Target

The earbuds were blasting Katy Perry directly to my brain.

Next thing I know, I’m sitting at our friend’s house having brunch.

I should listen to Katy Perry more often.

My friend is the gourmet chef type.  Food is always delicious and presentation is outstanding.  I knew this before yesterday, so why the heck did I leave my camera at home?

Maybe I shouldn’t listen to Katy Perry more often.

Check out this brunch-a-munch.

Brunch-A-Munch

It tasted as good as it looks.

The only thing missing from this picture is the Canon.

After brunch we head back to our home on a ranch.

Where pregnant heifers stand in 100 degree heat thinking about a big glass of ice water.

And not being pregnant in 100 degree heat.

Pregnant Heifers

It may be a well known fact that I spend at least 5 hours every day taking a deep breath in search of patience I thought I had. 5 minutes of each day being grateful for living.  I guess that’s what happens after you bury your best friend.

I dunno.

But now I’m thinking The Hub is sending a gentle message that I may be psychotic.

Heh.

100 hours after the young’un’s bedtime, I brought out the strawberries to make one of my favorite treats.

Strawberries

Add sugar.

Strawberries And Sugar

With a sliver of cake.

A time long ago The Hub started a tradition of keeping the birthday fun going with a birthday candle on every. single. cake.  All year long.

Cupcake, slice-o-cake, pie.  Anything with sugar automatically qualifies to have a candle.

This is a tradition that I adore and I highly recommend it to anyone who needs to practice singing “Happy Birthday”.

The young’uns have perfected the technique of blowing out a candle.

Now we must practice getting in bed at a decent hour.Thank you to all my friends and family who celebrated my birthday.  At the table, on the internet, on the phone, and texting.

Someone once said, “you can’t believe anything you read on the internet.”

But I do believe.  And thank you.

Now for my favorite finale to my birthday: fireworks.

Comments

  1. Robert says:

    Love the picture of slab of beef.

  2. Sarah says:

    AH! Happy belated birthday!!! And I am inviting myself to your friends house for brunch, it looks amazing!

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