My Poppie turned 83 yrs young a few days ago. And the following pictures are from his killer birthday party today at my mom's house.
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| Ri is just having a blast. |
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| Rea is the boss of holiday decorations. She is getting the rats ready. |
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| Some guests have already arrived... I think they followed us home from Disney. |
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| RATS!!! They are taking over Grammie's staircase! |
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| The Men. I don't know why Zach always tries to duck out of our pictures. Doesn't he want to look back in 10 years and see himself??? -- Or is he planning on not being around in 10 years and he is trying to save me the photoshopping steps of blurring him out of all of them?? Hmmm.... |
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| AAAAHHHH!!!! Ghosts!!! |
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| Boo! |
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| Ri isn't quite sure about that guy (I am not referring to the one under the sheet). |
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| Time for cake! -- It is a birthday party after all. |
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| Look at Ri's face! Ha Ha. He thinks we are all nuts. |
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| I realize now this is a mild form of Ri-torture. |
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| Check out the ghetto-fab candles. |
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| Everyone helps Pop blow out the candles. |
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| Ri is ticked. He doesn't know why we made him stare at the cake, then sit in his highchair and then refuse to give him any cake. |
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| Stupid egg allergy. I'll just play with this pink truck. |
PS. It's probably not socially acceptable to refer to the birthday shindig of anyone over the age of 50 as being "killer," but I have never been one to strive for my badge in PC. You can have that one. I won't fight you for it. And besides, Pop was born in the month of October... and we take our Halloween VERY SERIOUSLY.
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