Birthday's are a good excuse to get out all the finery. What is always amusing is that (especially this time of year) the table is in stark contrast to the scruffy bunch that comes in to eat. We had all been out working (this time it was a combination of making hay, putting up drywall, painting duck stamps, and having a water balloon fight). Needless to say, the picture was lovelier uninhabited. (You can really deceive people with selective pictures.)
Joy had requested "little chickens" for her birthday dinner. We had never fixed them, but everyone really enjoyed the rock cornish hens. Part way through the meal, Joel asked, "Ummmm, . . . . Could I have little cows for my birthday ?!"
Not to worry, it's sparkling grape juice.
Joy informed us her chicken's name was Fred.
John replied, "Please to eat you, Fred!"
1 comment:
Ooh! looks like you guys had fun. Happy birthday Joy!
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