Showing posts with label photos of the eldest. Show all posts
Showing posts with label photos of the eldest. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Birthdays, Big Bangs, Bad Mornings and other Baloney

Yikes!! For today, you can forget all that baloney about not getting to the computer because of yard work. I got up late because of a very bad morning headache and the first thing I did after turning on the computer (because I'm definitely not up to hauling limbs, right now) was to promptly delete three messages. So, if you wrote a comment to me at the Alas, Babylon review post, please note that I might have cut and pasted it before replying. Fortunately, I'm currently set to receive notification when a comment appears so I will be able to sort of salvage those comments, although not entirely in their original form.

The eldest had a birthday, yesterday, and I think I mentioned that we met him for dinner and a little gifting on Sunday. Here he is in Jackson:

There are two completely different backgrounds in these photos because we attempted to eat at the Greek place, first, and after 30 minutes of watching our drinks drain and everyone else's waiter go past with food, we gave up and left. We're pretty sure our waitress lost our order because Keifer's is normally a restaurant with exceptional service. We drove to Corky's, where we received quick, friendly service and an excellent meal. By then, eldest had opened his gifts and stashed them away.

Of course, because he's related to a person who bowls with pears on her driveway, there was some entertainment involved when eldest pulled out a quarter and we took turns flicking it to make it spin like a top:

As I was sitting here, typing that first paragraph, I heard a very loud boom noise. Our power didn't go off, but I have a feeling that somewhere in the area there are lights out and possibly a fried squirrel.

Since I'm already at the computer, I think I'll take a break then try to blog-hop and begin my remaining reviews. There's no point in letting a wasted morning turn into a ruined afternoon.

Bookfool, with fingers crossed that the afternoon is an improvement