So I've decided instead of making or buying a cake for my birthday, I would make a dessert. I picked this with coconut whipped cream. It needs a few things that aren't in the house.....very few, this is an extrordinarily well stocked house.
Grace and I had been discussing going to the store, but I slept all afternoon. So she called my phone and I just missed it. Twenty seconds later she called the house phone and blabbed the whole plan. You know, this is not a place you do things last minute or by the seat of your pants. What did I want? Why was I doing this? I called Grace and said "Good job, blabbity-blabber." She's whining that she didn't know it was a secret. Duh! She know what chaos comes with last minute plans.
My father was following me down the cellar stairs directing me. "Go back to the Bruins game, I know where stuff is!"
There were just three things I needed and by coincidence my friend Kathy is in the supermarket. So after she ragged me for a minute about how she doesn't have anything better to do than take care of me.....she agreed to pick up my things and drop them here shortly.
Finally my father says that I can have the left over cake that's on the fridge from Thursday. I burst out that tomorrow I would turn 50! He said he knew that, but hardly anyone was coming over - my sister has one sick kid and so does my brother and someone else is working..... His reasoning was there weren't many people to eat cake. Plus he is not a cake person. Yeah.........."Look just cause I am dealing with a reduced party doesn't mean I should have a reduced cake." He offered me a reduced lip....when I pointed out he meant a fat lip, I was ejected from the parlour.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
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"ejected from the parlor".
After your third ejection, the league will fine you and suspend you for a game.
Happiest of birthdays. Fifty? Wow. Geezer.
Happy Birthday! Although I'm a little late, hope it was great and that you got your OWN cake.
"Happy birthday to you, happy bir..." look I don't sing very well so that's about it.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAGGIE!!!
Coincidentally on Sunday I got a Beantown fix, watched "The Town" and for two hours didn't hear a single "r" prounounced.
Waitaminnit --
*checks year*
-- yike.
HAPPY SOMEWHAT-BELATED-BUT-STILL-WITHIN-48-HOURS BIRTHDAY TO YOUUUUUU...
I'm gonna fire my social secretary.
Thank you all so much!
http://www.ipernity.com/doc/57114/7957316
Cheers
Oh, hell. I hope I'm not too late to wish you a happy birthday.
Those of us who refused to take any crap in our forties are even more cantankerous on our 50s. It's a wonderful decade...
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