So, where are we?
Late December, that's right, and that means the holidays.
And what kicks off the holidays? December 22 – My birthday, of course.
It was a Saturday, and since the Mayans didn't kill us all off (or something like that), I got to celebrate it.
We got dressed up a little, we piled in the car and drove up to Wheeling for a late lunch feast at Bob Chinn's Crab House. This is my favorite restaurant. It's so good.
Some members V of the group clean up a V whole lot better V than others.
And then I got ready to rip into some crab legs. I just couldn't fork over the coin for the king crab legs. But I did use that yellow ripper and reduced that pile of snow crab legs to a mound of shell in no time flat.
With a little help from my little friend. Oh, Mr. Bob Chinn's Mai Tai. You are a thing of beauty.
Since it was my birthday, they brought over a peanut butter, banana, and chocolate pie that was outstanding (Oreo crust.)
Stuffed to the gills, we made it home. The food coma started to set in for me. BAD. So I went in to take a nap, while Cora and the Daughter decorated my birthday cake. (No bake cheese cake, I'm a a simple man.)
And then came the "showered me with gifts" part, including:
Yes! I got a POP! Captain America while wearing my Captain America T-Shirt!
And a pile of DVDs (Planes, Trains… The Dark Knight Returns, and the Firefly Series.)
And, no, I'm not yawning, I got a book that would help me speak Wookiee. Obviously, I'm practicing, much to The Daughter's chagrin.
Yup. Good birthday.