On Saturday morning, I woke up at 7:00 a.m. Yes, I did. I swear. All for the person who gave me life… and some really nice shoes last week… my mother. It is Ol’ Mir’s birthday today and we celebrated this past weekend with a nice dinner in Spartanburg. My sister, Erin, was driving up from Myrtle beach while Bf and I were driving over from Atlanta. See, my sister Erin and I are the good kids. We went home. Boo Ya Emily and Brady. Now Mom loves us more.
Just kidding. I only know that she loves me more.
My sister texted me at 11: “Where are you?”
I responded: “In bed. Too tired. I will be there around 5.”
To which my sister gave me a screen full of not nice letters and words.
To which I said: “Hehe. JK.”
To Which Then I sent her this picture:
Then I sent her this picture:
I continued playing on my phone for the next two hours until we pulled into my parents’ driveway. Thank the lawd for “Tiny Wings.” Usually when I walk into my parents’ house, we all hug “hello” and kiss each other on the cheek and talk about how excited we are to see one another…. but not this time. I shot my parents a high five and a “sup?” and made a beeline for their new dog Ruby. I also had just seen my parents the week before, so it was no big woop.
The girls went off to get their nails done while Bf and my dad went off to get some BBQ in what Bf referred to as “the most red neck place he had ever been with the best food he had ever had.” Well, that’s nice.
Once we got to the nail salon, we sat down for some girl talk.
And some major staring. I have a problem, I really do. I could people watch all day. I need no job… I just need people to say things like “eet may be clumpy ’cause eet’s dun been seeting een my truck fer ever.” Yep. Erin and I were happy as clams.
We both left the nail salon with electric orange toe nails. Erin swears they make her look more tan. I believe her.
Don’t ya, Erin?
Jeez… don’t get angry. Its just nail polish and like I said before I believe you….
When we got back it was time for Mudder to open her gifts.
She got an iPad and asked “Which finger does this go on?” We all said “Moooooooooooooooom!” Then I taught her how to use it and now she says she “gets it.”
Ruby and Buster kept a close watch to make sure that everything was going ok and continued that way.
Bf missed the gift exchange because he was at Walmart. That’s right. He was at Walmart. My parents have a little lake across the street and he just had to get a fishing pole. I thought that he was going to cry when he realized he had left his at home. He also picked up a plastic motor boat toy-thing. Boys. I just don’t get it.
Erin bought mom some card about a nursing home. She thought it was heeeelarious.
All the while, Bf worked on getting his motor boat toy thing out of the tricky packaging. It was about 90 degrees outside so we all headed in. A few minutes later we look out to see Bf playing with the boat in my mom’s fountain. Jeez.
Don’t worry. Buster kept watch.
We headed off to Greenville for a nice steak dinner to celebrate my mudder.
The birthday girl was ready to party… albeit alone.
Then my dad realized he should join her.
I don’t like this picture. I look weird. Erin looks too pretty. Thanks Erin.
There was pink champagne, great steaks, and the biggest french fries and onion rings I had ever seen.
Like, always… there is something so great about going home.
53rd 33rd Birthday Mama!