I Suck At Celebrating My Father-In-Law's Birthday

Yesterday, my in-laws came over for dinner. After all, it was my father-in-law's birthday. Too bad I suck at celebrating my father-in-law's birthday. For anyone curious, it also happened to be the anniversary celebration for Karen's parents as well because the were married on Karen's father's birthday.

Anyway, it was a good time. My father-in-law wanted to have Chinese food for dinner. Consequently, we ordered takeout from the Beijing House which is a Chinese restaurant located just up the street from our house in Norwell. I'm sure my mother would be shocked to hear that I ate Chinese food that was not her cooking. Consequently, most if not all of the leftovers were distributed to everyone by the end of the night. As well, as of this posting, I have already devoured all remaining evidence of Chinese food with the exception of the fortune cookies and special sauces.

I think Karen's parents had a great time. Also joining in on the celebration were my favorite sister-in-law (Janine) and my favorite niece (Kaleigh). My favorite nephew (PJ) was apparently sick and could not attend. Naturally, Karen had to share with all of my in-laws something I wrote while I was in fifth grade.

My mother has been cleaning her attic of late. As a result, she has given me a load of boxes containing my "legacy" that were stored in her attic. I'm sure there are more boxes to be delivered soon. Among the items in one of the boxes was an autobiography assignment that I had to write in fifth grade.

The autobiography had a baby picture of me, as well as my then current picture when I was in fifth grade. For anyone curious, I had long hair back in fifth grade. Some of my friends have even joked that I was fat Asian girl back in the day.

Anyway, like most writings of a fifth grader, the train of thought in my autobiography was very random. Of course, I'm sure my blog post are equally random so maybe I haven't changed that much since the fifth grade.

Among the things mentioned in my autobiography were how my family celebrated Thanksgiving and Christmas with a Butterball turkey, my aspirations to be an actor or scientist, and my desire to own a mansion, limo, and swimming pool. Sadly, I currently do not own a mansion, limo, or swimming pool. By the same account, I'm also not an actor or a scientist. It's very sad how my dreams have not come true. It's also sad how my penmanship has gone down the toilet since the fifth grade. Oh well.

All in all, it was fun time. I hope my father-in-law enjoyed his celebration.