I’m back from Phoenix. My movie and then dinner with some family members for my birthday ended up as a big party (sneaky sister at work). Not only was there a party, but my lovely family put together a family roast. Oh god.

I got the traditional bib and old person gifts, but I also had to put up with some awful jokes from my brothers. Of course, there is nothing more fun than booing a brother. My old friend offered some of the wisdom she learned from me (like kitty litter is the solution when your untended garlic bread starts a fire — it puts fires out nicely). The top gift was watching my niece and her cousin perform a dance that they had rehearsed all afternoon.

All together it was a nice time. Getting older isn’t that bad.


3 Responses to “Roasted”

  1. Jane2 Says:

    Happy Big Birthday…sounds like it was fun! Always do something special for those milestones…I spent my 50th in Paris and the shoes i got still make me feel 20.

  2. dilettanteville Says:

    Now that’s the way to spend a birthday! Ah, Paris.

  3. Wendy Says:

    It was SOOOO good to see you and “the gang”. I know “life gets in the way”, but we really should try to see each other more frequently.
    – Wend

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