Thursday night I raised that ruckus I was telling you about at the Appleton Public Library, and my gracious host recorded it for future posting as a podcast on the library website. Later that evening, when I told my mom about it, she said somewhat skeptically, "What is that? A podcast. I don't know what that is. I don't even know how to get on a pod!"
Saturday was my nephew's first birthday party. Here he is picking out his favorite present.
Later, after gifts were opened and summarily ignored by the boy-child in favor of the packaging in which they came, we shared a delicious meal prepared by my future brother-in-law. There was cake, of course: a delicious carrot cake that was moist and dense and chewy and I had to fight an urge to steal four pieces and shovel them furtively into my face in the corner. And the best part? He didn't follow a recipe. So everyone was raving about that fact, and he modestly replied, "Well, I cook eight hours a day at work, so after awhile it's just instinctive."
My mother lit up and contributed, "And if any of you ever end up in prison, I can compute your release dates for you!"
It's important to have talented relatives.
I turned to my mom and said, "Mom, I'm totally going to blog about that."
"No, you are not!"
"Aw, come on! Please?"
"Well, okay, fine."
It's even better if they give in to the whining of their grown children fairly easy.