Birthday Evening

Millie made my birthday supper, as well as a Mississippi Mud pie (my first) and one of my favorite beverages (eggnog!) for the birthday dessert.  

Annika took 20-odd pictures, as well as a video I didn't know she was taking.  Here are a few of the pictures, so that you can vicariously experience the pleasure of washing down the world's richest pie with the world's richest beverage.

(Oh, and Millie made that striped Where's Waldo hat!  She made it for herself without using a pattern and then didn't like the result, so I snagged it.  I wear it nonstop.  The girls can find me in a crowd any day of the week.)

Even when I'm disguised as a birthday pirate.

Homemade eggnog can't be beat.

NAN!  Here's the part where you come in.  Backstory One.  Lately I've been pretending that I'm Susannah's wicked stepmother when I make her wash the dishes.  In the grand style of fairy tales, I tell her that if she was only my real child, she wouldn't have to do any work at all.  Backstory Two: My friend Nan has a menagerie which includes milk goats, and she sent our family the most delicious goat's milk fudge a few months back.  We all loved it, and the girls think goat's milk fudge is the undisputed king of the fudge world.

So, during the party, we heard a car motor, Susannah rushed to the window and announced that the mailman was here, and then ran outside to get the package.  She brought in a mailing envelope and dumped this fudge out of it onto the table, announcing, "NAN SENT GOAT'S MILK FUDGE!!!!"

I believed her until I noticed the orange envelope was blank on both sides.  That stinker had secretly made fudge and wrapped it to look like yours, Nan.

You also sent an accompanying card.

"Dear Abbie, 

Happy birthday!

I certanly hope you don't throw 

this goat milk fudge in the 

garbage! (on second thought, Why don't

you?)

much love, 

you're stepdaghter (Nan hassey)"

p.s. We didn't throw your fudge in the garbage.  We fought over the last scraps of it like ruffians.