Some days everything just works out good. These are the days we cherish. These are the days we thank God for. These are the days that we remember to get us through the days when shit piles up so high you think you will suffocate. Today was one of those days.
Bubba turned 17 today. we had a ‘family’ outing. I use that word sparingly since we’re not officially anything more than a combined house at this point. We played games. Goober learned to shoot some pool. We went out to eat and stuffed ourselves to the point that I wasn’t sure if we should roll ourselves back to the truck or ask the waitress to call for a crane to pluck us up and place us outside.
We came home and played video games. Everyone took turns. Everyone was being (mostly) nice to each other. We had cake, ice cream and we didn’t sing...Bubba said no singing so Bear says, “Happy Birthday,” and Princess and I said, “to you.” Goober says, “Happy Birthday,” and Bear said, “to you.” Well, you get the jist, we didn’t technically sing. ;)
Yea, we probably spent too much money. Yes, Bear doesn’t celebrate ANYTHING and I went slightly overboard. Yup, we ate more calories today than we needed for a week. But who cares? Birthdays should be a no-holds-barred, super-mega spoiled kinda day. He’s lucky I don’t push for birthday week. That’s my compromise for him.
Hey, he was warned I am crazy...and this means I celebrate CRAZY BIG.
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