And I survived …
Yes, boys and girls, I managed to survive yet another birthday last weekend. And only a couple of the cards I received commented on my impending senility.What I was not expecting was a surprise birthday party in my honor given my family. I was expecting a small family gathering to celebrate all of the family birthdays that occur during the month of September … (there happen to be four of them) … and I was enlisted to make a batch of my baked mini-mostaccioli. So I got up at seven in the morning and began making twenty pounds of Italian delights. (I know that sounds strange for someone with German, Polish and French grandparents, but then my DNA analysis says my ancestry is 75% Scandinavian. Guess they might have been Italian Scandinavians.)
And I realized that something was up! And once inside, it was verified when I discovered the house was full of three odd generations of my family. OMG! Would 20-pounds of Baked Mini-mostaccioli be enough?
It was very impressive! And my six-year old grand nephew Jake built me a cute little birdhouse.
A special thanks to all my loving family. OMG, I just realized that I’m the official patriarch of this bunch of crazies.