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Yes, yes I know we lick cake batter at great peril, but birthdays only come once a year.

 “Happy Day” little man.  Happy Day.

For some reason I forgot August has thirty-one days or I just can’t count. Mark’s birthday is Monday, not Sunday.

Thankfully I don’t plan huge shindigs for toddler birthdays.

Never in my life have I squealed over tiny pink things. Suddenly my house is overflowing with pink and I’m happy?

My aunt sent these and I can’t wait to put them on her.   I’m beginning to believe that the shot they gave me after delivering Ellie was not in fact pitocin but some curious infusion of girl germs.

JAZ from over at Choose Charleston pointed to my little blog when he wrote of Moncks Corner.  I love my not-as-little-as-it-was-town.  Growing up, we only ventured to the County Seat when we had to pay car taxes or -gasp- traffic tickets.

I never got to see a movie at the drive-in which was recently torn down to make way for the East Shore Athletic Club.  Frankly, I’m excited about a new gym.  I belong to the Y, but honestly it has been due to lack of alternatives rather than exciting enticements.

Back in highschool, we used to drive to the Strawberry Shortstop, a gas station on Old Hwy 52 that is long gone.  We had no reason to leave Goose Creek, it was just somewhere to go, back then when gas was $0.99 a gallon it was the drive, not the destination.  We played fox and hounds with CB radios and got lost in the Francis Marion forest.

We’d scare ourselves silly out at Strawberry Chapel looking for Little Mistress Chicken who had been tied to a tombstone as punishment for talking in class.

As a military brat, I spent hours upon hours in the lake at Short Stay, but I had never been to Lions Beach until this summer, where my youngest son is turning bronze and bleach blond.  The other only a slightly darker shade of ecru, he takes after me.

I enjoy how I always need to tack an extra five or ten minutes onto errands, because I am almost guaranteed to run into someone I know.

It’s bittersweet watching the new subdivisions grow.  I love this town and while I’m happy it’s not drying up and blowing away, part of me wants it to stay the same.

I love my hometown and it hurts my heart to see her shaken with grief.  She’s an old soul though and has weathered many tragedies, wars, earthquakes, fires, and hurricanes.  Her citizens will once again come together and carry each other through this troubled time.

I don’t just want this.  I need it for the nerdling-to-be.
Not my kid, I found this randomly goofing around.

Dear Server,

I’m a ten year veteran of the industry and have a few tips.

1) Learn to put on a game face.  I don’t care how badly a party makes you cringe, do it on the inside or go back in the kitchen to express your disappointment.  I had called ahead and warned of the unconfirmed headcount.   Your venue doesn’t accept reservations, so be glad you were forewarned of our arrival.

2) Separate checks are not the end of the world, if the party is a cooperative group.  Learn to better gauge your customers before sulking.  Those of us who have put in our time would like to empathize, but find it hard when we see a grown man sulking.  Your restaurant operating system is cake to use and does the work for you.  It’s hard to feel sorry for someone who doesn’t have to do it by hand.

3)It was a Sunday night, be glad you got a group willing to imbibe.

4) Finally, when gratuity is added to a large party, it is only polite to make mention of it.  To not do so is borderline dishonest.

You may have merely had a rough night, but my advice to you is to learn to roll with the parties that land in your section.  You will win some and you will lose.  The tourist season is about to take off and if one party of 12 was disheartening, you have a long road ahead.

Today was one of those days where every time I turned around someone was creating a new mess. Mark dumped an entire, economy bag of cocoa puffs we’d purchase as a treat.  We don’t normally stock ready to eat cereal, and apparently Mark wanted it all at once.

My internet connection has been going in and out for the past week and driving me batty.  I’m hoping that issue is being resolved as I type.

I’m currently hiding from my family and sucking up free wi-fi at Atlanta Bread Company and eavesdropping on a man who seems to be conducting one of those work from home business “opportunity” seminars.  The odd part is, I recognized him and waved when he walked in, but he looked right through me.  I’ll see if he recognizes me next time I see him.

Very odd.

If I stay true to my track record, we’ll be meeting this little one in about 13 weeks.
Oh yeah, Margo, is it OK if I post your picture?

Sometimes we have to decide something hard and we hope that we’ll be talked out of the decision.  It didn’t help to have the professionals agree that it was time.

Gromit, you’ll be missed.