Let me first start off by saying, the cake was sooooo good and soooooooo moist, it made me almost like chocolate cake. I even ate my entire piece! I mean, it WAS chocolate!
I won’t bore you with many details, but we all had fun. Why?
We were eating……that is what we do best!
Every since she was little, the girl has always gnawed on bones….sucked on bones, and chewed every bit of flavor, joint and gristle off. It is so bad, dogs won’t have anything to do with the bone once she is finished with it.
All the food was delicious, and the boy was anxious to open his presents. Aren’t we all? Aren’t presents the purpose of having a birthday? If it isn’t, I refuse to have any more!
He opened all his gifties from my parents and his sister. Mine was last. I made the boy hunt for it.
When I ordered this gift, I was so excited. Then delivery day arrived. The boy had gone to work just as the UPS driver arrived. Whew! He didn’t see it. But wait, the boy was still sitting on the porch when it arrived. Crud! He saw the box. That’s ok…no…wait! KitchenAid is written on every surface of the box. He knows what he is getting.
He didn’t know what was in the box. I was wrong~~don’t faint dad~~and I have never been so happy to be wrong!!!
Yeasssss! I didn’t think his smile could get any wider.
Unless…….your Gramps is standing there with…
a .22 with a scope, cleaning kit and rounds. What more could a man ask for???
How about passing his driver’s test today.
Good times!!! Good times!!!
Dad, mom…….my birthday is in 4 months……are you saving up???
Do you have any birthday traditions?