Or, How I am Now Wal-Mart's Biggest Fan! Over the weekend, we FINALLY had our family celebration for The Boy's birthday. We delayed it a week because The Mister generously shared his summer cold with me, and I didn't want to be that generous with anyone else in the family.
I forgot to whip out the camera, so no pictures were taken.
First, we joined Tammy, Frank and Seth at a local restaurant/watering hole for an all-you-can-eat brunch.
Nothing says love to The Boy more than 'all-you-can-eat'. This was not a typical buffet; here, you ordered your food, it was prepared for you. No lines, no sneeze guards over steaming pans of vittles.
I can say 'vittles', because the place was called Hillbilly's.
For example, The Boy started with an omelet with every meat-type filling (they call 'em 'fixins') they had on the menu.
Then he had a French toast platter, which came with eggs and sausage.
And he may have finished something that Seth didn't try.
And I think I gave him some of my fried potatoes.
Let's just say The Boy put on the feed bag...and emptied it.
We all did.
During brunch, the huge screen TV lost its satellite feed, so they provided alternate entertainment. We watched a DVD of a guy who won America's Got Talent (and he now headlines a show in Las Vegas). His name was Terry Fator - I recommend that you watch his DVD - he was that good.
After brunch, we managed to waddle out to the parking lot, buckle our seat belts and go home. Janella and Matt (hope they don't get mad when they see their names here) joined us for dessert.