Roasted

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.