the day I ate banana cream pie

My birthday started out (EARLY in the morning!) with a planned trip to the lake with friends, but after arriving minutes behind the last accepted jetski on an "at capacity" lake, we turned around (I'm sensing a pattern from last weekend) and came home. But it's summer, and it was my birthday! So we made do with the backyard pool and BBQ...it was rough, let me tell ya. I don't know how we survived. ;-) 

After I had about as much sun as I could take without falling asleep, Rick let me sneak away and almost pass out in a pedicure spa chair and then in a shampoo chair and haircut chair at a different salon. Summer goal accomplished...hair, chopped. 

I came home right before dinnertime to a fellow August 6th birthday visitor (and his adorable kiddo), so we made a take-out dinner out of it. 

Feeling groovy and giggly. 

Of course our visitor was my favorite guest of all time, because he brought a FourN20 Bakery Banana Cream Pie. Yummmmm.

"Happy birthday to US, happy birthday to US, 

happy birthday to Mom and Big Dawg*, happy birthday to US."

*None of us know Big Dawg's real name. Seriously, when someone says his real name, we all look around and say, "who is that?" Everyone loves the Big Dawg.