SWMBO and I were accompanied by the irrepressible BRD to a nice restaurant where we were seated far away from the other patrons. I don't know why. Well, maybe I do. It was because of the antics of the BRD.
Y' can't take her anywhere. And if it's your birthday she insists on singing. Badly.
She insists on applause.
Or, at least, dessert.
That red velvet cupcake in the center was supposed to be my birthday cake but she devoured most of it. But never mind. The lemon cake on the left and the "loaded" carrot cake on the right were equally delicious.
SWMBO, in the meantime, was ordering wine . . . a very good Pinot Noir by Mirassou.
And, in spite of what I said earlier about the BRD, we all had a very good time.
So, happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, I'm only seventy-three, so happy birthday to me!
And surrounded by much younger ladies that I love dearly!
