Because My Mom's Not On Facebook

Okay Josh- you're right. I can admit it now. I have been dumping all of my pictures onto Facebook and ignoring my blog completely. You are an island. You are keeping the blogosphere alive. And although I can count on one hand the "three first names" readers who are not my friends on Facebook, why shouldn't that handful of peeps also be privy to and bored by my snapshots with little or no commentary? Plus, it'll be nice to get last winter's pictures off the bottom of my page.
So, I had a birthday, and here is how things looked:

My Mom's house in Lake of the Woods (the town has no lake, and there are no woods, but it sounds nice, right?).

Mom, and Dave's girlfriend Beth Noel Cooper. She is Swedish and Danish, but don't hold it against her; she's good people.







"ooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOO"













"Stella!"

Bob got a fancy new camera, and threatened us with its zoom.











A la Napoleon Dynamite.



I loooove these girls.





Childhood tradition- waking up to balloons on your birthday


My Mom's citrus chiffon cake is ridiculously good.