OUR SWEET BIRTHDAY BOY

Yesterday was Big Bore's 57th birthday, or as Sweet Neighbor Girl said, "Gee, you and George Washington would be the same age if you'd been born 280 years ago." Nothing like feeling young again.

BB's big bro Bill and his wife Janet took us to the big city to have a great lunch at Doc's, a restaurant the guys have frequented since they were kids ordering greasy cheeseburgers. While we were dining on the house speciality--the garlic salad--Bill had to remind his little bro how he used to break off the ends of a breadstick at Doc's and then use it like a straw to suck down his Coca Cola. What an enterprising and entertaining child he must have been! BB had never shared that story with me before, but he did remember doing this and he also recalled his mother's response: "Quit acting like a heathen!" He didn't see the big deal. "I ate the soggy breadstick after I finished the drink, so it wasn't like I was wasting food." --We later walked off a few calories at a nature park. Perfect weather for a February afternoon!

Today the celebration continued when Big Bore decided to bake himself an angel food cake a while ago. We haven't dug into it yet, but the frosting keeps calling my name, so I think I'll pass up supper for a big ol' chunk drenched in milk and then worry about the sugar high later. BB's not keen on candles or singing the birthday song, but he's all for having his cake and eating it, too. So am I.