Birthday sweets and treats
It’s been a lovely birthday weekend. John did his best to make it special for me, starting with sending me birthday roses a week early, so I could enjoy them all last week before the event. Aren’t they beautiful?
Last night, we went to the California Canteen, one of our favorite restaurants, where I stuffed myself with fettuccine in herb-tomato sauce with grilled vegetables. Our server was kind enough to shoot a picture for us:
And then it was on to Aroma Café, where we were very lucky — they still had some German chocolate cake left!
Look at the size of that thing! (that’s what she said) And we completely demolished it.
Today, my actual birth date, we went to our usual brunch at the neighborhood Denny’s, where I got a free birthday breakfast. I love love love Denny’s pancakes — but every now and then, the cooks are a little stingy with them, making them a lot smaller than they usually do. When that happens, I eat them anyway — but not today! When our regular server put our plates in front of us, I took one look at those shrunken little flapjacks and blurted, “Nahhhh, they can do better than that — it’s my birthday!” LOL! I’m such a brat. Our server, who quite adores us, understood completely, whisked them away and returned with two new ones that were about twice as big. John just shook his head at me. “You sent back the pancakes??” “Come on, did you see the size of those things?” I retorted. Yes, size matters.
After I said goodbye to my beloved and came home, I had an overwhelming amount of treats in store. I went online and found dozens of emails, FetLife messages and wall posts, and even Facebook posts, all wishing me Happy Birthday. I didn’t know who to thank first… my head was spinning.
Included was my annual birthday greeting from Dave Wolfe, who never forgets me! ♥ He apologized for not creating a Wolfie Toon for me this year, but this is just as good. Some of you will recognize this still from my all-time favorite mainstream spanking scene, from Wagon Train‘s “The Maggie Hamilton Story” with Robert Horton (playing Flint) and Susan Oliver. Wolfie did a bit of doctoring to it, of course.
I know it’s hard to read the cartoon balloons. The horses are saying, “I just LOVE this show!” and “Our man FLINT! WOOOO!” Robert is saying, “THIS’LL teach you to go around WAGGIN” YOUR TRAIN!” and I’m saying, “Oh, for Pete’s sake, who wrote THAT, WOLFIE??!” Why yes, he did. Thank you, darlin’.
(If you click on the picture, you can see it larger and more clearly.)
Thanks to my John, and to everyone who remembered and cared and expressed such sweet sentiments — you guys brought tears to my eyes. Really.
Almost makes aging worth it. 😉