Disc golf is fun. Disc golf as a three-generation activity is even more fun. Of course, I hurt today, at bit, but that's because I am a lazy, sedentary lump. It was funny, though. For every throw my father cast, I had to cast two to catch up and for every throw I cast Thomas had to throw two to catch up. My neck was still a bit stiff so I had to forehand cast rather than my more usual backhand cast.
My Mommy made me pork roast for my family birthday dinner on Saturday. And homemade rolls. Mmmmmmmm. And cherry chip cake with fudge frosting for dessert. My son wouldn't touch it, but that just meant more for the rest of us.
Made plans with my Aunt Marcia and Uncle Bill to have dinner in Lawrence on Wednesday to celebrate all our birthdays (Aunt Marcia is tomorrow, Uncle Bill is Thursday and I am Friday. Hee!)