So my mom drove down from northern Michigan for the weekend. She brought my stepdad and their mini-schnauzer, Riesling, along for the ride. They came down to wish me a happy birthday. I didn’t have the heart to tell them they are two weeks too early.
Well, the truth of the matter is they had business to tend to back here in Maryland. And my stepsister, Zoe, also has a September birthday. So we shared the love. That’s fine with me. I’m all for stretching my birthday out over the entire month. Why not.
Anyway, for $5 per person, you, too, can have a fabulous family picnic at Sandy Point State Park. I’ll give you a second to take that in. Not per car. Per person. I’ve got to get out of this area. But a fabulous family picnic was had, nonetheless.
And I ate meat. Ribs. Juicy, wet, spicy ribs. Have I told you yet that I’m completely re-transformed to my carnivorous nature? It’s happened. Picnics are best when had with meat.
Oh, and the balls. We love our ladderball in these parts. I used to be a ladderball pro. Then, I’m not sure what happened. But I started losing. Bigtime. I haven’t figured out what changed. The shift in awesomeness occurred around the same time as my re-emergence into a meat-eating world. Coincidence?
I’ve got a rather close-knit family unit. Since my parent’s divorce when I was 16, my life has splintered into 2 family units. But neither is weaker nor stronger than the other. And I love each from the bottom of my heart. There’s nothing better than family time. Since my mom moved to Michigan, it’s hard to get everyone in one place. Even now, my baby sister was down at college in Florida. But you take what you can get.
And this weekend, we got meat…. & balls. Happy 2-week-early-birthday to me. (And happy birthday this week to Zoe!)
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