HRH has a birthday...so I'm blaming her on this short blog

We all gathered at The Mom's house to shower HRH with gift, cake and gelato.  I gave her a picture of a very expensive lamp she saw at the Hotel Fort Des Moines Tag Sale Saturday. CaDiva gave her a canister of chocolate covered caramel (yes, three syllables) macadamia nuts. Little hrh was there and saw the container. She wasn't falling for the idea it contained broccoli or brussels sprouts. But when her Grandma, HRH said they had nuts...she was golden. We think she must get her aversion to nuts from Baby Daddy side.

It doesn't matter, HRH will take full advantage of her grand-baby's under developed taste buds as long as she can.

It is after 9 and dark outside. Even if it wasn't, the beautiful Pear tree (which didn't actually bear pears, so go figure) bought it in the storm a year ago. So we have no shade in the back yard now. Besides, CaDiva is convinced the mosquitoes have put a hit out on her.

So, here I sit, letting my bagel go cold, typing a blog so I don't lose momentum. Perhaps I'll have more luck with CaDiva's newly acquired tablet.  Neither of us know anything and I sincerely doubt I can manipulate a soft keyboard with these acrylics.

Which also reminds me, we are thinking of finally breaking down and getting smart phones. Anyone know a good one you can use and wear acrylic nails? Don't tell me how bad the nails are for me.  I have a bad matrix. No, I don't know what it means either, unless it is Beautician for we can charge you $19.95 every two weeks and talk you into wearing "Who thinks up these names Pink." Actually, (hrh's favorite new word by the way) I have no idea what color I'm wearing. The print on the bottom of the bottle has gotten so small I just pick the closest to mauve I can find.

In any case, Happy Birthday, HRH. These are three pictures you took. In honor of your birthday, I'm not posting any of you. And I am not afraid of birds.