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.
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.
It tasted as good as it looks.
The only thing missing from this picture is the Canon.
Where pregnant heifers stand in 100 degree heat thinking about a big glass of ice water.
And not being pregnant in 100 degree heat.
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.
100 hours after the young’un’s bedtime, I brought out the strawberries to make one of my favorite treats.
With a sliver of cake.
Cupcake, slice-o-cake, pie. Anything with sugar automatically qualifies to have a candle.
The young’uns have perfected the technique of blowing out a candle.
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.