This morning she posted a picture of a mug we gave her:
Because let’s face it, she’s a little nerdy and I guess a fan of puns.
Earlier this week I asked what the crap we were doing to celebrate and she decided to eat at Perkins. (PERKINS! The ultimate old lady destination.) So I put on my best cardigan and filled the pockets with Werther’s Originals and went to Perkins.
And when they asked us how many were in our party we just stared blankly at each other. Because she thought I was inviting people. But I thought she was.
Happy birthday, mom. Thanks for giving me life. Now let’s eat our free-with-any-entrée-pie and be sad.