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Ah, that could be it. Off to do another render...
EEEWWWW.
See, I am nowhere near - and facing the wrong way to have been fleeing the scene. No idea where the cake is.
Oh thank you.
I'm overwhelmed with conflicting feelings of titillation (chocolate) and dread (sirens)!
Thanks again for your wonderful story. Now please be gentle?
Birthday BBQ
In honor of his 76th birthday, Ron held a BBQ for 75 of his closest friends from his apartment building. That's 76 people to cook for, including himself. He rounded up a bunch of grills and friends to help cook. The fancy tables were set and the cake from Richard sat on a table of honor. All was going well that evening...until...
Oh my! You have me clinging to the edge of my seat.
And one of the ladies is squeezing my..
arm.
.
What a story! My imagination carried me away again.
Happy Birthday Ron!
Thank you so much for the Birthday wishes.
And I wait with great anticipation and dread for the next page.
The cake is a lie. ( Fairly obvious Portal reference )
'A few minutes earlier...'
I am easily confused, and there is overlap between a candle in a bottle, a birthday cocktail, and a Molotov cocktail - but I think I would get them right. Probably.
I like your interpretation. That does sound quite plausible, but you could be wrong, of course.
@Artini your imagination always captures all the details: the sirens, the guests, the grills, the 76, the apartment building, the firefighters, but the cake should be chocolate with chocolate frosting. Ron loves chocolate. Richard is looking kind of chubby there. Did he already eat a triple helping of BBQ?
I'm pop-culture-challenged. What is this thing about a portal? It must be Sci-Fi. I'm allergic to Sci-Fi.
Hmmm. And here I thought you were completely innocent for once in this life. As acb would say, "of course I could be wrong".
Well, my husband is scheduled for surgery at 7:00 AM tomorrow, and I will be his caregiver when he gets home. So either he will have me running ragged at his beck and call (like last time) or he will sleep all the time and I will have hours free to render. So, it you don't see the next step in the story for a few days, you will know which way it went.
Good luck to him.
barbult you and your husband are the priority here.
I can sympathize. One of my friends is 90. He just had surgery Friday. He's not feeling well. His girlfriend is likely taking care of him.
We normally gather with our other neighbors about an hour before lunch. The lobby is pretty quiet without them.
Portal is a computer game where the player is asked to perform increasingly dangerous tasks, and is encouraged to to so by the promise "There will be cake" if they suceed. In various hidden corners a message is scrawled "The cake is a lie". 'The cake is a lie' became such a huge meme on the Internet that the developers deliberately omitted it from the game sequel because they were tired of seeing references to it.
I hope the surgery goes well, I'm sure it will. My brother -in-law recently had surgery which temporarily affected his right arm, and he was upset because that's the hand he uses to hold the TV remote.
My Best Wishes
Another trial. What do you think about it?
All the best for you both. Hope it will be better for your husband.
Just one more version...
It's the finest that AI could create. I asked for an 'Orange cat pushing a black forest gateau with 76 candles underneath a propane gas cylinder with "Highly Inflammable"'written on it' and this is what I got, so that's what it must be. Notice that AI inventad a new word 'influmable' not quite sure what being 'highly influmable' does, 'easliy flumed' I guess.
It's probably a good thing I didn't ask for "No naked flames to be brought near this tank", who knows what NSFW image might have resulted
artini, that's fantastic work.
Hey, this afternoon we're having one birthday for everyone born in the month of March
Wonder what will happen?!
Probably a crowd. When i was at school we needed to be split into four groups, so the teacher asked us to split by calendar quarters. Jan-Mar was twice the size of the next two groups, and Oct-Dec was smaller still. This puzzled the teacher until a chorus of voices pointed out that Jan-Mar is nine months after spring. I gather this effect is much less noticeable these days.
You might know things are different for older people. I can't remember the exact answer.
There are less of us?
In our building, the women outnumber the men. That could be a blessing or a curse.
Fortunately I tend to look for friends, rather than potential romantic pursuits.
I experience more success on the "Friend Ship!"
Now barbult got me going. I'm planning a 3D version of one of my nightmares:
"The Co-Ed Bathroom." (tastefully done, of course.)
Picture the Rest Room set up as some sort of amusement park. Women and their children run around playing and getting in the way.
And I'm desperately looking for some privacy.
Eventually I run around the building complaining about Co-Ed Restrooms. I'm informed that co-ed Restrooms are mandated by "State Law."
Like I said a nightmare.
Thanks, Ron.
Have fun at the birthday meeting.
That's my walker in the foreground. I sat with the same ladies I sit with at lunch.
David is home and doing well, but keeping me busy caring for him.