Diana thinks that she has no decorating sense. As this photo shows,
she is wrong, wrong, WRONG!
Aiee, what a tableau!
Remember the cows from thanksgiving? Well, they're baaaaaaaack!
Damn, lots of cows and still we don't know "Where's the
BEEF?"
Everybody should have a string quartet play six versions of
"Happy Birthday". Everybody doesn't, but I did!
Way, way cool gifts! For some reason, people think they have to bring
me gifts on my birthday.
(Perhaps it's the guns?)
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How'd ya like to wake up to this face?
We loved it. Barry spent the night and forced me to eat three pounds of
crab legs. Honest. He did. I didn't want to but he threatened me.
(The rest of the story.)
Diana, pre-stress. Post-stress looked pretty good, too. I like waking
up to this face!
Guests hitting the food. Thank goodness we had enough food or they
might have been hitting each other!
The "Sofa Gang" share a quiet moment. Well, for those of you
who know me, you know that there were damn few quiet moments!
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People everywhere on every chair. If you feed them, they will
come.
The Patio Gang. Dangerous, every one. Don't put your hands in front of
their mouth when the chicken sausages hit.
See, I told you she cleans up nicely!
Mommies on the lawn. Don't be fooled... the little girl is seriously
sloppy.
This is Bailey. This is what happens when Bailey hits the Bailey's.
Kids shouldn't drink... it makes them sloppy.
(Ok, DFS...
I'm just kidding... she was hitting the cake and milk... don't get your
knickers in a knot.)
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