Ann Mania, Redux

That was the most beautiful look into Dad-Day that Jacquie wrote yesterday, was it not?

Sigh. Yes, it was.

Mistah took a million wonderful photos that brutally perfect day, too -- including shots of Jacquie -- and I'm going to share them, too, if you'll indulge me. But not today. Today, we're going to return to the celebration of Ann's Big Birthday.

My whole family came up to New London for the celebration. Believe that? We were 13 . . .

. . . no, wait! We were 15! Mumsie and Kelly joined us too.

Oh, wait! Jennie! 16!

We all returned to The Good Captain's, for food and fun and frivolity and fabulous festiveness. (And, from the looks of it, calamari and chowdah).

Julie had MB cracking up . . .

. . . Julie was on a roll that night . . .

. . . and Jacquie was no slouch herself.

Julie also apparently loves Tabasco. Really really loves it. Will commit misdemeanors on its behalf, even. Sigh.

My girl Chapel Hill Girl was in da house. As was her brother Joe. As was my fancy green L&M drink-bucket-with-straw. Haven't seen it since that very night.

Uncle Schleckah has been taking this same photo of Jacquie's boy for years and years now . . .

. . . and it's still working for them both.

There she is! There's the Birthday Girl! With my lovely lovely Mom.

Yay Mom! Yay Ann!

And then? Time for you-know-what.

Hoo-ray for Ann . . .

. . . hoo-ray at last . . .

. . . hoo-ray for Ann . . .

. . . for she's a horse's ass.

Julie felt the need to tie Ann's ribbons on her head, Rambo-style . . .

. . . and to add the tissue paper, too.

Everybody got into the act . . .

We had a great time celebrating the momentous day, especially after the wonderful, brutal intensity of Saturday.

Happy Birthday, Ann! Thanks for the fun!