T Stand for a Few Important Things

 Hi everyone. It is the first T of November, and being the first Tuesday of the month, it is also election day. And today in the US  it is an important one.

The people down the road from me are still doing their skeleton scenes, and this latest one is very appropriate. (Sorry it's tough to see. I didn't want to walk onto their lawn to get a photo from my phone.)

You can see the stars and stripe cloth which acts as the voting booth cover. In our town we open a cloth curtain, go into a little booth to vote  using paper and a Sharpie;  then when we come out, we feed our ballot into a machine. There is a skeleton with the boxing gloves as this is a contentious election on both sides, and the leaning skeleton is holding a sign that says Go Vote.

I voted early so I won't need to go visit the elementary school where voting in my little town occurs today. If you live in the US and are able to vote, and if you haven't yet voted, I hope you visit your voting center!

Last week in my house we celebrated 2 birthdays. I will warn you, there are some food photos here!

My husband's was last Thursday. He got this balloon at work.

He wanted a Boston cream pie, which is really a 2 layer sponge cake with creme patisserie in  between the layers and a glaze of chocolate frosting on top.

 I added some silver cake glitter on top just to make it a bit festive.

Friday was my daughter's birthday. She requested a Key Lime Pie. I also made that, except I bought a premade graham cracker crust.

I decorated the top with Italian meringue and  some fresh fruit.

My daughter and her beau arrived Friday night (which was her birthday). We had a nice dinner with a couple of bottles of red wine between the 4 of us. 

These empty glasses are my entry to this week's T.  Be sure to stop by Bleubeard and Elizabeth's blog to join us with a drink related post for T Day.

And here's the birthday girl. Her beau got her some Disney collectable ears that she really wanted for her birthday (plus a couple of other items). She explained to me that you have to enter a raffle to purchase these as they only make a limited number each month. Neither of them won a chance to purchase them, but he found some not too overpriced ones online. She was thrilled and wore them around all evening.

I don't personally get the Disney ear craze, but if it makes her happy, that's all that matters. Especially on her birthday!

Let me explain my last photo. My husband had a hard time turning 60. On his way out the door for work on the morning of his birthday, he said to me in his most pathetic voice that maybe because he was 60  he needed a walker. Not that he really thought he needs a walker, but as we both said when we were talking one day, turning 60 is turning to another chapter in your life.  You are not thinking as much about building your career, and you want time to do more of the other things that life offers. For us, our daughter is grown and off living her life so the child rearing days are past. I guess the dogs are like kids though, so maybe that's not a really true statement.  As we all have different  goals and lives, for some people this point may be at a different age, but  for my husband and myself, that is where we are at. 

Anyhow...

 As he moaned about needing a walker that morning,  I had to laugh to myself. I had found this blow up walker when I was getting "party" supplies. I wasn't sure how he'd feel about it, but I just had to buy it.

The question was, how would he react to it?

The hubby opened his gifts with my daughter on Friday night, and we all had a good laugh, including my husband, when he took this gag gift out of a big garbage bag.  

Thank goodness we waited to do his gifts with my daughter on Friday night, rather than Thursday, my husband's actual birthday. With my asthma  I couldn't blow up the walker, nor could I get the tip on my husband's air compressor to fit on the opening where the air goes in on the walker. Never mind I dragged the air compressor across the garage to the plug and back ... I was very frustrated.  Of course I couldn't call my husband and ask how to get to compressor tip to fit since he'd want to know why I needed his compressor.  Luckily my daughter's beau blew it up me with about 6 breaths. Hurrah for 28 year olds who don't have asthma !

That's enough for me today. I am linking up my  photos to Art Everyday Month. 

Thanks for visiting!