Happy birthday, bubba!
May 2nd, 2004. My brother's 49th birthday.
This, of course, means that, as the chief cook & bottle washer in our family, I was consigned to the kitchen all weekend to play cook. (sigh)
Saturday meant cooking an old-time favorite sloppy-joe-type dish for him, then treating him to Tony Roma's that evening. Today it was fried chicken, complete with french-fried potato wedges (huge ones), Ranch-Stype beans and Evil, Vile Liquid (Coke). Just got the last of it cleaned up a while ago.
I'm glad he only has birthdays once a year... (sigh)



