Saturday, March 31, 2012

Birthday Cake Patience

My maternal grandmother, my only living grandparent, turned 81 years old yesterday. Mom and I placed one candle on the cake and began the traditional festivity of singing Happy Birthday.

This is how the event unfolded.









Perhaps if I were her age, I, too, would feel as hurried to make everyone shut up and eat my damn slice of cake.

Barb the French Bean

24 comments:

  1. Hhahhahahhaa frankly I tihnk that now. I hate the singing of happy birthday.

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    1. Heh heh. I think I've given you a strategy of what to do for your next party. ;)

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  2. Yeah I'm going to be like that if I get older.

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    1. If you are lucky, your family won't force you to blow out a ton of candles.

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  3. Mine is 90 and I've written about her before, as there's nothing more entertaining than the elderly who couldn't care less and don't "buy green bananas." Happy Birthday to yours!

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    1. Thanks very much! Your grandma sounds like a hoot herself!

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  4. hahahahahahahahaha this seriously made me laugh! My nanna is coming to visit me in 3 weeks and I am SO excited!! Love Elle xo

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  5. LMAO!!! I love your grandma :D


    -Hanny

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  6. Ha! This story cracked me up. Love it.

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  7. I actually threaten my friends not to tell the restaurant if we go out for my birthday. I'm with grammy. Let's just have cake!

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  8. I love opinionated grandmas. Mine demanded a shot of vodka when I announced I wanted a horse at my wedding...

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    1. XD I take it she's a woman who loves horses, eh?

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  9. That is hilarious! When you're 81, you no longer have to listen to young people sing at you! I love it.!

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    1. That's just one of the many perks of reaching that age!

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  10. Holy Moly, we were celebrating my dad's 80th on this day, too!

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