Mr. Moon is coaching T-Ball and theoretically, I am getting ready to go to the beach with the young'uns.
Theoretically because I'm barely moving.
Last night's little birthday supper turned into a party with everyone here but May who had to work. I got about four pictures. Here is one.
I didn't even get a picture of the beautiful berry pavlova I made! Nor of Gibson helping Jessie open presents. And somehow, I do believe I may have had one martini too many.
Oh well. Everyone got fed, presents were opened, the pavlova did arrive on the table with candles, Jessie did blow them out, and I am still "theoretically" getting ready to go to the beach.
Here's another picture.
It would appear that festivity abounded.
Where the fuck is my bathing suit?