|my poor mom. she needs some grandchildren.|
It was my mom's birthday on Saturday.
Stephen baked her a chocolate birthday cake,
with a layer of purple icing
(purple is her favorite color).
We got her wine themed gifts.
A crystal decanter,
bottles of wine,
and a basket to hold all of the special corks.
My best friend since fourth grade,
who was in town from San Francisco,
came over to celebrate.
My mom was thrilled,
since all of my childhood friends are like her daughters.
Charlie jumped up at the gas stove and burned off all the whiskers on the left side of his face,
and then Stephen got taken out by the stomach flu for the rest of the day/weekend,
which meant our plans for brunch on Sunday had to be cancelled.
Now the fear of contracting the flu has infiltrated our compound,
and we haven't seen much of Shane since ;)