Friday, February 5, 2010

Here goes. Rather than writing this post, I should be sitting in a favorite watering hole toasting my best gal pal's 40th birthday. But somewhere along the way, I failed to remember that it was my darling son's birthday as well. It's probably wrong to admit this, but I'd rather have a beer with friends than bake a cake, find a dairy-free frosting recipe, buy and wrap gifts, and deal with the clean-up. Add it to my Mother of the Year nomination paperwork.

Happy birthday, Rag. Drink one for me.

3 comments:

  1. awww, barnes, you were missed. but never fear, more beer is very near!! happy b-day to owen, bless his heart. third one, and has to fend for himself!
    next thursday is on the calendar and mark is on finding a babysitter, since i dropped the ball so hard last week.

    ps...i like that you're tatter and i'm a rag. fitting, yes?

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  2. ok, i figured out the code names.
    maybe my stage name should be "washedup" or "bittersnoodle" or, perhaps, "haggardishlooking".

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  3. Tatterdemalion has a nice Grey Gardens-ish feel to it.

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