My Birthday Week

My birthday week has been a whirlwind. 

I kept baby girl two nights-

not spend-the-night nights, 

just late evenings.

Monday evening, I got home at 9:00.

Tuesday evening, I had a LulaRoe party 

and got free clothes. 

Yippee.  

Because big mamas want to look good too, 

I've decided to wear what I like.

The camera only reveals what it is!

Scroll and you'll see my outfit.

Wednesday evening was Bible Study.

We are studying the book, 

Armour of God, by Priscilla Shier.

Deep stuff! 

Thursday was my birthday!

I am 56 and proud of it!

Don't mine saying it one bit. 

I got flowers hand-delivered from my baby girl, 

a TJ Maxx gift card, 

and a carrot cake.

Publix ain't bad!

Not mama's, nevertheless yummy!

I wore my big-mama LulaRoe to my birthday dinner.

Of course, our baby girl thought it was her birthday. 

My other babies were at Disney and got in today.

They all have jet-lag. 

They had a ball, but I missed them.

Sorry about the glare, but had to share this picture. 

I think my girl is beautiful.

I love her so much. 

She's my best friend.  She and I have always been close, 

but it gets better as the years go by.

Yesterday was my last day as a full-time sitter.

It's time for me to be just "BonBon."

It's the best!

Last night was a do-nothing night. 

I had planned to clean the house today, 

but had a drop in blood sugar (cake for breakfast!).

It wasn't to the point of dangerous, 59,

but it left me weak and worn out.  

I'm okay.

Needless to say, I didn't clean house. 

Funny story...

(Sorry, this is longer than I thought)

We had my birthday meal at the Gondola House. 

We always took Daddy out on Saturday nights

and he'd always spill his tea.  

Never failed to wet David. 

Troy, our son-in-law, spilled his tea 

and it landed... on David.

Next, the waitress turns over a glass... on David.

We are leaving and our server...

probably in his forties, 

just a little gray in his sideburns, 

tall, dark and well...you get the rest...

comes and rests his arm on the table

between me and a glass of tea.

Maybe I'm dumstruck to be so close to this man.

I'm like, what???

Duh???

I'd forgotten all about the tea.

I thought he was...

what...

wanting a conversation???

I'm totally for real teasing!!!

I mean he is facing me with his arm rested on the table.

His face is about a foot away from me. 

His arm is touching mine. 

I'm blubbering here. 

I'm thinking, he's trying to show me his smile strength,

keeping those drinks from spilling onto me.

I thought he was flexing his muscle.

Maybe I was just looking too closely. 

I'm still a blubbering mess. 

(No lust, I promise!)

So, I reach over and feel his flex and say something stupid like, 

"Yes, I see that you're a strong man."

He, the waitress, my daughter and husband were laughing like crazy.

"Mam, (he called me mam!) just wanted to make sure

you weren't hit with a glass of tea."

Shamed...shamed...shamed.

Yes, I was!

I'm a mam to this young man. 

A mam!

I'm sure I've given him a story to share!

Have a good holiday!

Bonnie:)

Don't judge me!

It was all in fun!