The 18th of June is often a triple (or even quadruple) threat celebration.It's our anniversary and son, Mark's birthday. It's sometimes Father's Day and this year it was the last day of the US Open. Daughter-in-law, Heather, bless her soul, easily manages to throw a major league shindig for a dozen or so. There were shrimp and veggie platters for dipping. There were two pound fillets of salmon and haddock as well as a tub of sirloin tips. Of course, Heather being Heather, she made a large, obscenely chocolate cake with mint and frosting. Here's the birthday boy with the first slice of cake.
The rendition of "Happy Birthday" was better as a photo than as an audio tape.
This is Mark with two of his kids and his granddaughter Brielle who will finish the sixth grade on Tuesday. I also took a sneaky picture of Brielle as she was playing cards with her great grandmother.
The extension cord into Mark's house did not seem to want to reliably handle the air conditioner, so the generator ran all day...we have to keep Mocha cool! There is no set time for departure tomorrow. My motto is, "It's been a long time since I was in a hurry."