This weekend Flower turned the ripe old age of 13. She really wants a laptop, so she asked for cold hard cash instead of presents. The girl cleaned up. It helps when you have 4 sets of grandparents. Her birthday dinner was held at The Olive Garden.
Let me just interject here to say that I don't care for chain restaurants. I am spoiled to live within walking distance of a vibrant, local restaurant community. You know, the kind that have a chef that designs the menu, not a corporate office. It is a testament to how much I adore Flower that I would agree to birthday dinner at The Olive Garden.
There were roughly 25 people there. We chatted, we laughed, we ate, and then Flower opened all her cards, counted her money, and we were home by 8. At about 8:30, my stomach started to bother me. Then, at about 11, whatever I had eaten started to come out. I was finally done at about 6:30 in the morning. I don't know that I have ever been that sick. Suffice it to say, I will not be returning to The Olive Garden. Not even when Flower turns 20.
Curly was a rock star yesterday. He got the kids up and ready for church on his own. He only came in once to ask me where things were, and that's not because I'm super organized. When they came back from church, he kept the kids downstairs. Mini-me came in my room a time or two to see if she could make me anything. I asked for cinnamon toast, which she then told Curly to make. She's so thoughtful to volunteer other people! I am feeling better today, albeit a little weak and squeamish. I am down 7 pounds. Nothing like a good stomach bug to get you to your goal!