My parents came out here to San Francisco to spend 2 days with me as a pre-birthday celebration. We managed to squeeze in 5 wineries, 2 museums, 3 good restaurant meals, Shabbat dinner at home, and a nice long walk through the more nautical parts of Fisherman’s Wharf. Not bad for 2 days, especially considering Dad had a cold.
Scott and I aren’t the neatest people on the planet at the best of times, and with both of us having been busier than usual recently, the house was, to put it mildly, a mess when my folks came over. I’m sure my parents were pretty shocked. The few times they’ve been to our place in the past, it’s been scrubbed thoroughly beforehand. At least the litterbox was clean.
And although I remembered to get fresh candles for Shabbat, I totally spaced on getting a challah. I felt very guilty about it, but at least the food and the wine were good. Scott did an excellent flank steak with potatoes and spinach, with chocolate mousse for dessert.
My actual birthday is tomorrow, and I’ll be working the closing shift, so any festivities will be minimal. I may treat myself to a chocolate muffin for breakfast though. Mom pointed out last night that I missed being a February 29th baby by only 14 hours. All things considered, I’m just as glad to be a March baby instead.
Anyway, only 2 years until I hit the big 4-0. That’s pretty scary.