I spent most of the day yesterday doing household chores and cooking. By 11:30 last night I was zonked out.I am too old to care about seeing the year change personally.
Michael got to play tennis yesterday afternoon for a couple of hours, which was good. The weather was really mild, sweater weather really.
I helped Mother get some cleaning done in her room, and did three loads of laundry. I went to Publix for last minute supplies.
And I cooked.
Mother likes pineapple upside down cake, so I made one for her. I hadn't had any in about 30 years. A family I used to babysit for when I was a teenager always had it, and I loved it. My grandmother also used to make it. It was my uncle Bobby's favorite. We got out the cast iron skillet to make it in, since it's our only skillet that can go from stove to oven.
I also made guacamole, crab cakes, and coleslaw. I washed some enormous scallops and Bruce made his specialty, bacon wrapped scallops. We had some homemade applesauce, and some homemade bread from the farmer's market.
And I put together a breakfast casserole.
By the time the meal was done, I was done.
Mother opened her presents and declared her birthday very nice.
Michael and his friend Bart, and Bruce, went in the backyard to watch fireworks. Folks around here get very enthusiastic about fireworks around the holidays.
I'm hoping 2013 will be a much better year than 2012.
Mother sent me the funny below, and despite having seen it numerous times, it made me chuckle.
A FUNNY: Learning to Cuss
A 6 year old and a 4 year old are raking the yard.The 6 year old asks, "You know what? I think it's about time we started cussing." The 4 year old nods his head in approval.The 6 year old continues,"When we go in for breakfast, I'm gonna say something with hell and you say something with ass." The 4 year old agrees with enthusiasm.
When the mother walks into the kitchen and asks the 6 year old what he wants for breakfast, he replies, "Aw, hell, Mom, I guess I'll have some Cheerios. WHACK! He flies out of his chair, tumbles across the kitchen floor, gets up,and runs upstairs crying his eyes out, with his mother in hot pursuit,slapping his rear with every step. His mom locks him in his room and shouts, "You can stay there until I let you
out!" She then comes back downstairs, looks at the 4 year old and asks with a stern voice, "And what do YOU want for breakfast, young man?"
"I don't know," he blubbers, "but you can bet your ass it won't be Cheerios!"
