A Pooh Birthday
Monday was Sethy’s 30th birthday. I’m not sure who took the auspicious date harder, Pooh or Papa Pooh. As my Mom said at one point in our lives, “It’s difficult to think of one’s self as 40 years old when one’s offspring is 30.”
We celebrated the big day by doing hunks o’ grilled cow (a Seth fav) and fine wine at Sullivan’s.
The Birthday Boy is pleased by his Birthday Cheese Cake.
Papa Pooh hiding behind his wine glass.
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Have you ever taken a picture of me where my head does not look like some sort of overripe melon?
I thought it was a very fetching pic–certainly more so than that of the Geeze skulking behind stemware!
Seth, I’d say your head has more of a withering 3-day-old Japanese white eggplant look myself. Happy 30th is the new 20th!