Moby wanted lunch UP today. Well, we all have been known to enjoy eating high up at times.
Celebrating D's birthday this weekend, since I failed to ask for it off work. My fault, when I knew we weren't going away for the birthday, as we most often do, due to the brother's wedding this summer. So I found out this week I'd forgotten to even get the day off. Taking the 'rents to Red Iguana this evening, along with two brothers and one SIL. With a birthday that so often coincides with Mother's Day (this Sunday in this country) we've made these kinds of adjustments before.
Nineteen years ago, we were just glad to be in the US for the b-day, the first together. I have always explicitly expressed my great gratitude that he was born, and we found each other. Aside from fussing over each other, we both rather detest other forms of natal anniversary todo. Today, we made it to the comic book shop & House of Guitars, as places that will not be open on Sunday. Then brunch at home, and a movie tomorrow. Hoping to find some sort of event on Friday, my next day off. We tend not to do gifts, but time together.
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