My Mom had her 60th birthday a few weeks ago.

Looking pretty damned good for 60, no?  I sincerely hope I got whatever gene does this.  But not the ribbon-wearing gene.

A couple of her sisters showed up as well, and her mom

That’s Nana on the left, Ariel with the funny face, Carol showing us her panties, and of course the birthday girl.  Incidentally, Ariel’s youngest son Nathan, who is a talented young pup, is playing a gig here in Toronto tonight.  I’ll post photos from that at a later date.

The party animals got heavily into some drinking games in the evening.

Wild girls.

The next morning we all went out to breakfast, where my mother gave us a wonderful display of her “impending doom” face, also known as “if you don’t sit down and shut up right this second you might not live long enough to regret it”.  If you want to be immediately transported back to childhood, click on the photo to see a larger version.

I got chills.  It was like being 12 again.

Of course I had to take some time to stroll around the house (one needs breathing room when surrounded by this many redheads) and found this guy glued to the swimming pool cover by his own dried-up juices o_O

Here’s a nice picture of the last of mom’s tomatoes, because I know that last shot grossed you out.

…on the bus to Barrie.

Inspired by my previous post, my friend Shai made an excellent Thing in a Jar.

I think it looks a bit like a fetal pig.

Jon says it’s more like an unidentifiable internal organ.

After photoshop crashed the other day, my computer locked up completely, and now it won’t boot at all, so it may be a while before I get to those cottage pictures.  It’s such a pain to try to do image editing on the ploptop.

okay, this is brilliant.