Kids, Food, Gambling, and Poop

Had a good time at the casinos celebrating my birthday. Sorry, Candee, but NO PICS of the bash. I only took a couple and they are not so hot and Auntie Linda and my mom would come over and murder me in my sleep if I published them. Anyway, we had the best meal, with the best steak I've ever eaten, and I had too much wine and blabbed to the waiter that it was my birthday, and he brought me a cheesecake with a candle after the meal, and I know I cried a little. I am SO weepy right now. After the food, I gave all my money to the casino and went, with my head hanging, to the room and crashed. I was exhausted, but in a good way.

I spent yesterday afternoon running errands with Emily and Reece in tow. Bless their hearts, they were so sweet and didn't complain at all about having to run all over town in 96-degree weather. I hated to drag them out with me, but I absolutely had to get some things done and I wanted to spend time with them, so I bribed them with the promise of a trip to the newest frozen custard place after I finished all of my errands. I hugged and kissed on them all day. They have no skin left on their cheeks.

Last night we celebrated with a little belated b'day dinner at our favorite Italian restaurant. Emily looked gorgeous in her new outfit she bought in LA. She's the only girl I've seen who looks great in leggings. She's 5'7" now, and five feet of that is legs. Reece was adorable, too, of course. I posted a couple of pics below. My mom was there, too, but the only pic I have of her has me in it, also, and I look atrocious right now, so that explains that.

Reece made me read his b'day card to me out loud and both he and Emily gave me cards they had selected themselves, and since I don't have a scanner, I'll tell you about the cards.

Emily's was a drawing of two women eating ice cream sundaes with the inscription:

A Birthday Thought: If you put a crouton on your sundae instead of a cherry, it counts as a salad.
I love that! Thanks, Em!


Reece's was drawings of a dog, and read:

How Dogs Celebrate Birthdays
1. Rise at 5:30 a.m. Wet-nose the master.
2. Go out and pee on the world.
3. Make poopy.
4. Sniff poopy.
5. Seriously think about eating poopy.
6. Eat funny-looking bug instead.
7. Throw up bug parts on living room rug.
8. Drink out of magic well. (This one really tickled Reece.)
9. Sleep for 17 hours. Start all over again.
10. Roll around in filth, then lavish Master with kisses.

After I read that card, my brother said, "there's nothing funnier to an eight-year-old boy than poop!" How right he is.