I walked in on my daughters having a giggly phone conversation, and they immediately clammed up (except for the giggles). It’s nice that they’ve grown into adults that like each other. Just wish I could have gotten on whatever it was that was so interesting.

I left, and nursed my wounded feelings by playing with the cat. As I scratched her furry little ears, it occurred to me that I had one of those big birthdays coming up, and that my giggling daughters might be up to something secretive.

They were.

So no books this week.

We are all together, celebrating.

They’re just lucky their mother doesn’t insist we all eat ward-off-death foods like kale and quinoa, lentils and chia seeds. I may be piling up in years, but I have no plans to quit the salty, sugary, gooey stuff.  

And this weekend, it’s Ramen Corn Chowder. And Beef Taco Skillet. Haystacks, Frito-Style. Fruit Slush Cups. Cheesy Chicken Subs. Throw in some birthday cake and a few milkshakes and we are drunk on junk around here.

Thanks for checking in on our celebration.