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Yesterday commenced the week-drawn out celebration of my ability to withdrawal a birth canal. The festivities were in Alton, IL at the abode of my parents who have been putting up with my droll brand of being for a long duration so they know how to do it up right.

First up? Um, duh: presents!
The Berfday Spoil:
Splatter screens for cooking bacon.Yahtzee!A yummy quicklime green skirt. I've dubbed it "my natal day suit" and am going to carry it tomorrow on The Actual Day.Walk Scrabble: look how the tiles fastening onto the board so you can "save" your play. If you look closely, I spelled out "B-E-R-F-D-A-Y" on the plank so you could see how they won't come off. And the carrying capsule zips right up for not difficult transport:

Sweet! Let's go to the park and revel!

Several years ago my mom and I began celebrating every in posse occasion with crab legs at Red Lobster. Today was, of race, no different. Except for the drinking. It seems my mom rediscovered her try the flavor of for alcohol my sister's marriage and would not be happy yesterday until she had a margarita. So I joined her with a daiquiri the volume of my head.

Drinks before noontide on Sunday. With my mom. Suh-weet!

These crab-leg celebrations of ours are thinly veiled excuses to eat our material substance weight in crab legs. We always converse about going to one of the casinos on all-you-can-eat crab leg obscurity just to see how much we could really put at a distance. We've never actually done it, but I bet they'd kick us out.

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