To each his own

This is Demi being tired after all the commotion.  We celebrated two birthdays this evening - mine and Youngest Grandson, who is now officially a teenager.  I reminded him that between us we have 81 years of life experience.

All went well, everyone was happy to have this holiday weekend, lovely weather, a summer menu (Papa's ribs, Nana's potato salad, a garden salad, other sides and a fruit-topped torte for the "cake").

YG thought I was kidding a few weeks ago when I told him he was getting olives for his birthday - but he got five jars, all different, because he's the only person in his family who enjoys them.  At my house I watched him consume entire jars at one sitting, my type of guy, maybe genetic?, because I could do that too.  So now he has his private stash and truly, he was pleased.  Of course, he got other gifts too, but he kept reaching into the gift bag and hauling out olives!