So we had Dad’s party on Wednesday, and Murphy came. Uninvited.
Which Murphy, you ask? The guy who made up “the law”, so everything that could go wrong, did. LOL!
After a summer where we counted the drops to see how much rain we got, we finally got a good soaking . . . the early morning of the party. So the party had to be moved indoors.
No problem. We’ll have it in the church fellowship hall. That part was great. But the ice maker didn’t work, so we had to buy ice. And while I waited at the office with the pop for the ice to come, the ice went to the church.
I finally caught up and
conned my nephew volunteered to put the pop in to cool.
After lots of hauling and dragging and grabbing and toting, we got there and set everything up.
Then my camera died. (Who knew one short week-long vaca could drain a battery?)
So, my apologies. Every picture I have is with my cell phone. And while I know there are people who can take fantastic pictures with their cell phones, I am not one of them.
The truth is, if there were a contest for the world’s worst picture (like there is for the worst sentence)I’d take top prize.
Baked beans to die for. (Brother Jeffrey’s recipe, made by Jane, the blonde in the picture above.) Super delicious charcoaled chicken, sweated over by Brother Jeffrey. (The man knows his way around a kitchen–or a back yard, as the case may be.)
Two kinds of slaw, potato casserole, bbq from Dari Diner (thanks David!) potato salad, pasta salad, carrot cake, dump cake, brownies, ice cream, coconut cake (the Baptists call that cake Better Than Sex) and a chocolate cake.
We got everyone to sign Dad’s card, then forgot to give it to him. But when he got it, he loved it! Here’s how I can tell. When he gets something he doesn’t like, he says things like, “What’d you get me that for?” or “You know I don’t like things I have to pull over my head.”
Sometimes he doesn’t say anything. He just starts looking around for someone to give his present away to.
This time, though, when he saw his gift, his eyes lit up. “Now THAT’S something I can use.” It was a gift certificate to a nursery. No raised eyebrows, no handing off. The man loves raising things, and we all love the results.
Then Mr. Cranky Pants showed up. Our little buddy got there from preschool and was just a little unhappy, the way he is when someone wakes him up from a nap. And when he wanted “Woo-Woo” (I kind of like the name he’s given me) I took him.
Following his directions (pointed finger) we found
until it’s time to leave.
I kind of felt sad, too. Little Deeger-Boy is a lot of fun. The only trouble is, he’s about to get too fast for me. Hopefully, by the time that happens, he’ll be better at understanding that what I want is best. 😉
After the party, someone said something about him being a year older, and I answered, “Not until Sunday.”
The guy didn’t quite understand that. “I thought your birthday was the day you were born.”
“It is,” I answered while I thought, “Duh.”
“Why did you have it on Wednesday if it wasn’t his birthday?”
“‘Cause we wanted to live dangerously.” LOL.
Many thanks to Sister Debbie and Brother Jeffrey. The party just wouldn’t have happened without you guys.