Like mother, like daughter and I need a hormone.

This past weekend there was a special event for our family.

My dad's youngest brother, Uncle Jimmy

 had a birthday.

His kids threw a bash to celebrate

his birthday on July 7th.

He was born on the 7th day of the 7th month.

He was the 7th son.

This year he was 77 years old.

Now that calls for a party. 

Unless the number 7 scares you.

 (thanks cuz, I stole this from facebook)

There was cake and ice cream.

I was a bit disappointed.

I thought there might be 7-layer salad and

 Seagrams's 7 and 7UP to drink.

Now that'd be a party.

I don't care where you are 

there's nothing like the combination of 

liquor, lettuce, and elderly relatives 

to make a shindig come alive.

On second thought 

cake and iced tea made more sense.

 I took my camera and my grand daughter Penelope.

Her sister, Caroline had a date with her mom

to view the movie Brave.

I picked up my mom, Toots

and we headed out.

It was a cool 104 degrees.

We visited with the family and had a great time.

When I was about half way home my niece, Ellen called me.

She was supposed to give me a package 

that I had asked her to bring to the party.

She remembered after we had gone our separate ways.

We both forgot about it even though

we discussed it before we got there.

We blamed the heat and our heredity.

After I got home,

my mom called and said I had left my cell phone

at the party and my cousin would drop it at Jackie's.

I busted out laughing.

I said "it isn't mine..you just called me on my cell."

She was tickled at herself

and went to call my cousin back.

I had to call Ellen and tell her 

what a goof Mom was.

"Haha" we cackled at her silliness.

"We get it honest" blah blah blah.

"Oh and the heat, oh yeah" hehehehe

As soon as I hang up 

Mom called again.

"It isn't your cell phone... it is your camera."

Craps.

Hello Pot, this is Kettle.

 The bad news is I forgot to take pictures at the party.

The good news is I did remember the baby.