Happy Birthday Dad

It's my Dad's birthday today. I actually forgot until I opened my email and a reminder popped up. Whew, thank God for technology. Dad probably wouldn't have minded if I had totally forgotten to greet him - he's cool like that. 'Course, it could also be that he himself forgets birthdays and anniversaries and hence knows he has no call to be offended when others forget his. Teheehee. Although I could still greet him tomorrow and claim I'm observing his true birth date. *mad grin* (For those confused, it's a running joke that my Dad has two birthdays since my Granddad popped in August 6 as Dad's birthdate in the birth certificate.)

So I asked him how it felt to hit the big Six-Oh. He said it's about sore knees and other joints, but he can still play tennis (albeit slower now) and so all is still good. Personally, I'm proud to say he's in pretty damn fine shape for a man hitting his sixties. I can only emulate him, and hope to live a healthy life past 60. Emphasis on healthy. Anywaaay, to get back on topic before I go all the way down Morbid Lane, Dad assured me he was, on the overall, fine, then proceeded to cheerfully reduce me to a slobbering mass of homesickness by mentioning that they would be having the usual birthday fare - fried chicken, spaghetti, ice cream, and Mom's cake. I'm guessing the ice cream flavor would be Selecta's Double Dutch (it's hands down everyone's favorite, and since me or my brother is not at home right now, there'd be no need for a second gallon, haha) but I wonder what Mom's cake is - probably chiffon, but which one? Plain orange, cheese, or carrot? Only one way to find out! I grab my wand, turn and Apparate... NOT!

Deprived of my share of birthday fried chicken, spaghetti, ice cream, and cake, I took refuge in some comfort food - my stash of Cream-O Premium Vanilla Chocolate Cookies - and tried to drown myself in the online reading of Buffy the Vampire Slayer episode guides. *sniffle*