This evening's get together at the Old Spaghetti Factory was a surprise welcome home from college for Ara. She thought it was just her Mom and family, and Grandma, but Joe & Sarah, and Amy & Stephanie, and her friend Christina were there when we arrived.
Donald made a cake that looked like a big plate of spaghetti with meatballs on top. The meatballs were made from cream filled chocolate, and the cake had strawberries in between the layers. Wonderful!
I wore my white capris (and didn't even spill spaghetti sauce on them), and my mother kept quiet about it. It is said that time and space exists only in our earthly lives, so perhaps in heaven, where my mother undoubtedly is, the old "Not before Memorial Day and not after Labor Day Rule" is not a big deal.
For some reason my hair looked more gray tonight than it usually does. That didn't make me feel very lovely. Sometimes I just hate growing older, but I'm not ready to stop dead in my tracks!
RAIN, LOTS OF RAIN!!!
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