Birthday Lunch with the Birthday Girl!

This past Saturday, we were supposed to be at the Purdue football game with our friend, Pat, but that did not end up happening. (Womp, womp.) It was cold, rainy, and just nasty. Nasty. Ryan and I speak this weekend and could not, not, not risk getting sick, so we had to back out of it. Sadness.

BUT! That meant we could spend time with my mom on her birthday, which was good and fun! She and Dad had plans to eat lunch at Cracker Barrel, so we met them there. Actually, we got there first, and got a table. I told the waitress we were waiting on two more and one of them was a birthday girl. When Mom and Dad showed up, the waitress said to them, "Oh, I didn't realize it was you!"

Of course. Of course my parents are on a first name basis with the Cracker Barrel waitstaff. Why didn't I think of that and name drop?

Probably because I was enjoying this:

Hey. Don't judge. (Or do...it won't make me cry.) It was a cold, wet, nasty, rainy day, and this was a bright spot.

The birthday girl and her date...she makes 82 look pretty good, doesn't she?

Oh! Speaking of the birthday girl! My aunt posted this picture to Facebook and I remembered an awfully similar look of mine from my years of yore. Ummmm…..gene pool much in this family?

(Clearly I needed a one-way ticket to finishing school. Hello, undies.)

Anyway. Back to lunch. (Where I sat like a lady.) My obligatory meal selfie with Ryan:

(That's not food on my chin. Random dot from light glare.)

Mom asked the waitress (because they're first name besties, you know) to take a group picture:

Because it was her birthday, Mom got a free dessert. Though normally I wouldn't dream of recommending anything other than a chocolate ANYTHING, have you seen Cracker Barrel's apple dumplings? Furthermore, have you tasted Cracker Barrel's apple dumplings? Not all apple dumplings are created equal, my friend. (Don't ask me how I know.) But ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh this one is worth it. And because Mom is a much nicer person than I am, she shared with all of us.

Apparently it wasn't enough, though, because...

The gene pool runs deep, people. Deep.

(We did get a proper picture, though.)

And then back into the rain we went.

Happy birthday (again) Mom!