|L to R: Old Fart from Mathews, Middle Sis from Georgia, Laurie from California, Lauren from Nashville, Angie from King and Queen, Baby Sis, and Meg from Maryland.|
This weekend marked the first time in my life I've ever donned a
Baby Sis concocted a scheme that involved some very dear blog friends traveling from near and far to help ease my transition from
Evidently, that transition has to include mustaches, because two people brought them.
|I could explain the theme of the party, but it's a very long story. If you google Winnebago Man, that would be a starting point. But only a starting point and not the focus of this post.|
|Sisters, Parents and Daughter. Son had already returned to college.|
(Don't tell Baby Sis her eyes are--once again!--closed here. It's payback for the mustache picture on Facebook.)
|Eyes wide open.|
|I'd really love to know what we're all looking at here. I honestly have no idea, but clearly someone was doing something.|
|Parents, Sisters and The Infamous Catherine|
|Parents, Sisters and Blog Sisters|
|Parents, Sisters and Dino--our adopted brother. He's from Morocco.|
|Daddy and Me.|
He turns 74 later in the month.
|Middle Sis and her BFF from high school, Judy|
|Lauren from Nashville|
|Bud, Billy and Glenda|
|Devan and my father|
|Alda, Larry and Lisa|
|Theresa and Teresa|
I thank my family, especially my Baby Sis, for throwing together this semi-surprise of a celebration. I am grateful to have friends and family, good health, and knees that didn't give out in all the dancing that took place.
(I might have hyper-extended one knee, though, and I think I sprained my pinky finger--don't ask-- but if that's the worst that happens at a 50th birthday celebration, I'll take it. Gladly.)
And now, post-Thanksgiving, post-Christmas, post-Son's surgery, post-New Year's Eve, and post-50th birthday, I look forward to life returning to normal.
Whatever that is.