SIL and BIL
Son and Dilly
Son et moi
Weekend went by too quickly. Don't they all? At least we were having fun.
I gave blood on Saturday. I wear my bruise proudly in honor of Emmy, a two-year-old whose life was saved by blood transfusions exactly one year ago. I also worked on quilting a wall hanging. It's almost done. I'm making progress on the red scarf I am knitting for Craft Hope (I have to get it sent in by Valentine's Day).
Today FIL hosted his own 90th birthday party. He'd even baked his own pineapple-upside-down cake. I decreed that we should all wear goofy hats to the party. You see the results in these pictures.
We gathered in a happy mood, and FIL told us some family history that several of us had never heard before. At age 90 he is still sharp, has his memory and hearing, and seems pretty fit. Both Charles and I come from good longevity genes!
FIL cutting the cake