With all the hub and bub of planning our daughter's wedding, the father of the bride's birthday got a bit shuffled. Not forgotten, but discreetly set to one side. In the kindest possible way.
There was some birthday redemption to be found, however.
Good: there was golf this morning.
Bad: tee-off was at 6 a.m.
Good/Bad: he almost got a hole-in-one.
Bad: early morning golf means an afternoon nap.
Good: there was a nap.
Better -- there were BLTs for lunch (with homegrown tomatoes and bacon, which I never cook because that stuff'll kill you.)
Best (post-chopped steak and onion dinner with fried okra on the side) news of all? Dessert.
"Tastes like an effin' Thin Mint cookie!"
Happy Birthday, hon. I'm glad that you happened upon the dessert of your childhood (and in the New! Mint flavor, no less.)
Sorry they were out of orange Nehi to wash it down.