

It turned out to be a great private room at a local place with our own bar, bartender and buffet. Not to mention the one huge projection and two big screen TVs to show the Packer game. We didn't have near enough friends show up to fill the room but plenty of friends were there to have fun with and we were able to spread out as necessary. Of course, Terry included me in everything even though she planned and paid. I was very happy for the friends that showed up, all our mutual friends and through Terry and even a few of my own friends were nice enough to show up - and bearing gifts! Thank you all, and many thanks to Terry, this was a pretty good day! And the Packers won!

Vacation. As I said, I am on vacation this week. Thank goodness because I never would have made it to work on Monday (see above). I like to have one big, main project on my staycation vacations, in addition to a list of smaller things to complete. This year my main project has been a reset, of sorts, of my workbench area in the garage. I was going to post about that here and now, but that is worth it's own post, maybe tomorrow, but if I state that it usually takes a few days it seems.
It was supposed to be started on Monday, well, that never happened. So much of Tuesday and the first part of today went into the garage. And the thing about tearing up the workbench area to redo it is that once everything was deconstructed I had no idea where the tool was that I needed when I needed it. I found my way eventually. Anyway, more to come on that. Now...
I love my Mom, and I know she loves me, and us. And the internet. Thank you for stopping by, Mom, and at 49 years old now but at the risk of sounding like a selfish teenager that gets embarrassed by their parents: Gawd, Ma, this isn't facebook! I know you love us, thank you for stopping saying it in every single comment recently, but now you're commenting on almost every effing post. Back off! When I need a president for my fan club I'll let you know. Gawd!
Seriously, I love you but I feel your presence has been great recently. You texted me, sent a card, and commented for my birthday before I could write about it. My name is not even on this site, on purpose, let alone my details. And if the only comments I get now are from my mom I need to seriously rethink doing things here. Please call me, it would seem we need to get together soon.
Sigh. Am I a bad son? Happy Birthday to me. Gawd!

4 comments:
Ohh, this is sooo much about me being that awkward teenager. Begin your thrashings:
How did I miss this. Happy belated Birthday youngster!
It sounds like it was a good bash.
I forgot to mention. Terry Scott was a comic actor here in the UK during the 1960's - 1980's. It tickled me when I saw that on the board.Again, Happy Belated birthday!
Thank you, Delcatto, and a happy birthday to you, too!
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