My Mother was born on Friday the 13th. Obviously, she's never considered that a bad thing. So on the years that her birthday falls on Friday it's an extra special birthday.
Like this year.
My sister cooked up the idea to have a Freaky Friday dinner out.
We all were to dress up like my Mom.
|Judy, Mom, Aunt Diana, Me, and Marlene.|
My brother, Mike, deserves extra points, because he went with a vintage Halloween costume look that not only took lots of guts but also lots of planning and preparation.
|Me and my Dad.|
Some people gave Freaky gifts to go with the theme, but I had already decided what I wanted to give to her. I made her this bag. Each branch on the tree represents one of her children. The leaves are the grandkids, and the grass squares at the bottom are great-grandchildren. Each sibling has a different fabric for their kids/leaves.
|My machine quilting leaves a lot to be desired, but I think the sloppy look works this time?|
Anyhow, the evening was a huge success and we all had a really great time.
Mike prepared a quiz game, and another novelty game. He gave each of us a slip of paper with a crazy sentence on it. We had to then use the sentence in conversation without anyone calling us out on it.
My sentence was, "I am a space cowboy."
My brother Evan had, "Pigs lead a luxurious life."
My aunt's was "I sometimes wear my underwear backwards."
I don't remember the others. But all three of those were used successfully. I had to work mine into an elaborate story about teaching preschool. My aunt thought it was funny that she could say hers without it seeming at all odd.