Susie's birthday on Saturday proceeded just as she had planned: Belgian waffles for breakfast (made by David), the opening of the presents, a lunch date with Mommy, a trip to a nearby carousel with Daddy, and then pizza (made by David) and cake (baked and decorated somewhat haphazardly by moi, the resident cake-decorating genius). Do note that Susie opted for David to make her meals, instead of myself. She knows which side her bread is buttered on, apparently.
Oh, and then she insisted on staying up until nearly midnight to watch "It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World." Apparently, she has developed a precocious appreciation for vintage comedy. Myself, I fell asleep by 9. Cake-decorating is exhausting. Also, my youngest - my baby - is now 8, and I am verklempt.
I think I'll listen to "The Circle Game." Again. Feel free to join me, but bring your hanky.
Sunday was perfect weather for all of us to go see the local air show. An hour out, an hour back, and 2 hours in between spent staring into the sun. Again, I fell asleep early. I don't seem to have the resilience I had when I was younger - you know, when I could do maybe 2 or even 3 things in a row without needing to recover in between each one?
|This will be me, only without the hatchet.|
In short, I cannot handle 3-day weekends. Because I am old. The end.
[Tin man image: Babble]