Yesterday was my superduper sister-in-law's 40th birthday. Yep the big 4-0. That means I'm a mere year and a half away from the big day myself. Apparently there was some big BBQ at their house but I guess the invite for mom and I got lost in the mail (ahem). From the sounds of it though, I wouldn't have had a very good time - too many people (most of whom I don't know or have only met once or twice), too many kidlets, and too much sitting outside in the blazing hot sun. Therefore, I'm not bitter...much.
Mom and I planned on taking SIL out for a girls' only brunch this morning but it evolved into brunch with the immediate family, which then morphed into brunch with the immediate family and her mother, which eventually mutated into brunch with the immediate family, her mother, and her sister. There was rumours of brother in law and girlfriend showing up as well but it didn't happen. I can't say I'm disappointed - not because I don't like BIL or his girlfriend (they're both lovely people) but I had wanted a nice cozy quiet brunch. I should know better by know! Brunch was lovely and we had a great time visiting with each other; however when you combine 2 kids under the age of 10 with rows of all you can eat food (including a chocolate fountain), your gathering is anything but cozy and quiet. I did however get a great snuggle from my niece.
I chose Tom Goodchild's Moosefactory - they offered a reasonably priced brunch and it was a restaurant no one in the family seemed to have eaten at before. The decor is slightly rustic country hunting lodge with only a few moose heads stuck to the walls. Nicer than your typical family restaurant but not overly fancy that we couldn't wear jeans. The kids also seemed quite at home running back and forth to the bathroom, faces and hands coated in the free flowing liquid chocolate.
|The Nephew - sans chocolate|
And while yes I did wear jeans, I wore a nice blouse and sweater. Heck I even brought a purse. And I hate carrying a purse. It helped that my "dressy" one is black on the outside but inside...fuschia with adorable white polka dots. What's not to love about that??? As you can see, I have so little in there that it's almost pointless to bother with it.
|The inner depths of my girlie purse|
We all ate FAR too much - isn't that always the way when it comes to buffets? I easily could have skipped eating for the rest of the day. However, I did treat myself to a bottle of cider this afternoon as I lazed around, enjoying the suddenly cool, breezy, wet weather (thank goodness!). Its not Strongbow but it'll do in a pinch.
|Where's the golden archer??? Oh wait ... wrong bottle.|
And finally, it wouldn't be one of my blog posts without the obligatory cat photo. So, here you go. Nero wasn't thrilled that we didn't bring him back any leftover ham or roast beef and gravy. I'm going to pay for that later tonight I'm sure...
|Really? Not even a scrap? I'll get you for this...|