That's my father-in-law. He turned 80 in May. He wore that big hat so everyone would know he was the birthday boy at his party. He flew in from Florida yesterday and is staying with us for a few weeks. He didn't bring that hat with him. It wouldn't fit on the airplane.
It was my mother's birthday on Friday, and she turned 76. It was my birthday on Saturday and I turned, ageless.
That's my mom. She had a stroke last October and is doing well. Her memory is a little off, so I have tried to convince her that I was the child that never gave her a moment of trouble or worry. It's not working. She says my crazy childhood antics were not one of the things she lost in her memory bank. Darn.
That's her telling my sister that she's on to me.
That's my sister-in-law on the left, my mom, and my favorite sister on the right.
Someone cut me out of the picture.
I was the one laying across their laps.
That's my sister and Smokey, the fireman.
They begged me to take this picture after they shared a schooner of beer.
My birthday was today and those are my birthday feet.
There are a hundred more pictures just like that one and not one of my face.
Next time, I'm in charge of the camera.