Happy Un-Birthday to Me!

I turned 53 this weekend. Exactly when? The split second between Saturday night and Sunday morning. Yep, Leap Year birthdays are like that 75% of the time.

I don't let technicalities ruin it though. I just celebrate both days, winkwink, kinda like a birthday mardi gras. Well, middle-age style.

We made the drive down Interstate 10 to visit Missy, who's off at college. We went to eat at the restaurant she has worked at for 14 months, Bistro Le Monde. It was really neat to be waited on by my dear daughter, who is excellent by the way.

Scenes from an Un-birthday (#53):

Arriving at the restaurant, what a cool building. In a very very nice swanky part of town, too. And Missy's apartment is right around the corner, practically.

There she is, ready to greet us.

Appetizers? Say cheese!

What a couple of clowns!

My birthday entree: flat iron sirloin with fried shrimp and grilled asparagus.

Later we visited at her apartment and we got to meet the new pet, Mr. Albino Froggie.

Missy got a new desk and chair. She's always taken her study habits seriously.

The Hubster had to stand in order to stay awake. It was practically 9 p.m., well past his normal bedtime, poor thing. winkwink