“Some day my prints will come.”
That joke is so old that it has died a natural death and the younger folk have no idea what I’m even talking about. And, yes, I just split another infinitive.
Anyhoo, below are three photographs taken at my 70th birthday bash, which was held at my older son’s home last Sunday afternoon, a couple of days into my 71st year so that the crowd from Alabamistan could attend.
To see the second photograph properly, you will have to turn either your head or your computer 90 degrees to the right, but it simply can’t be helped. If you have a desktop instead of a laptop, my sincerest apologies. My cake had 14 candles (one for every five years?) and I blew them all out in one breath. This aerial view of my cake is reminiscent of what the crew of the Enola Gay must have experienced as they flew over Hiroshima, Japan, in August 1945. I’m not quite old enough to remember that, but almost, plus my sense of humor is definitely warped. The younger crowd, the ones who don’t know about photographic film or the Enola Gay, will probably think of Google Earth instead.
The third photo, the pièce de résistance in my opinion, shows why I want to live to be at least 100. (Hint: So I can have a photograph made with my wife and great-grandchildren.)
*Rochester, New York, is the headquarters of Eastman Kodak.
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ReplyDeletei wasn't going to comment on this post but felt impalled to come back and do so, yes impalled like on the end of a skewer><><>i looked at your picture and now feel impalled to lose another 5 pounds<><>,.you really look good man
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Well,I hope you're managing to have a stretched birthday at your end, too, though not as long as that 93 yr old lady you know of!
ReplyDeleteOhhh that looks a happy occasion! A slightly belated Happy Birthday to you! I am catching up with blogs I have neglected rather during my mega-busy past three months. I'll be back here very soon, thank you!
ReplyDeleteThanks, all, for commenting!
ReplyDeleteParrots (shooting or otherwise), methinks Happy had an ulterior motive.
Putz, the word you're looking for is impelled, not impalled, which (a) looks a little like appalled and (b) is not the same as impaled, as in Vlad the Impaler, which you thought you meant. I'm not sure what impalled means. But you did spell skewer perfectly. (P.S. - Actually, I need to lose 5 or 10 pounds myself.)
Mimi, if I had one, you would get my goat!
Jinksy, it has been a stretched, now that you mention it.
Daphne, it was a very happy occasion! Good to see you again.
Yay for an extended birthday celebration!
ReplyDeleteOne of my favorite rubber stamp stores (now defunct, sob, sob) was Prints Charming.
I willingly turned my head 90 degrees to view your cake. :)
Pat, the extended celebration is now ended, I think, although, as I told Jinksy, I know a 93-year-old woman who claims the entire month of February as her birthday. She gets a lot of free desserts at restaurants, and no one ever asks to see her driver's license.
ReplyDeleteP.S. - Better your head than your computer!
You are a lucky man and I also wish you health wealth and to live to 100.:)
ReplyDeleteLady's Life, thank you!
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