We celebrated my Mom's belated and my Dad's early birthdays since us Boston-folk don't get to see them on the actual day of birth. We celebrated it over a lovely roasted vegetable lasagna, and lovely bread, lovely wine, and lovely sour cherry apple crisp. Are you getting sick of that word yet? Too bad.
And then, while the men watched some Olympics, the ladies danced. We can't help but be extra inappropriate when my Mom is present. The shock value is just too fun. But--don't tell her I said this--the apples do not fall far from the tree.
Look at her act all coy. Silly woman. You can't fool your own kin.
When you grow up one of four sisters, you enjoy any attention you get. Pathetic, really.