18 on the 19th

Seven of us crammed into Shauna's little home for Danica's birthday on Saturday: eight if you count the cat, and the cat should be counted because she was constantly present. We had offered use of our place, but it isn't very much bigger than theirs, and so we convened at Sha's as usual.

We were seven humans because Dani's boyfriend and best female friend were present. 

All are phone photos

Sha brought in takeout Chinese food, and Dani opened gifts.

After letting dinner settle, we had cookies and ice cream because neither of our grandkids love cake. Come to think of it, neither does their mother, although she is more tolerant with it than the kids are.

Of course, Sue did a composite or two.

On the way home when we got to the park, we turned left toward the boat launch instead of turning right toward home. I think you can see why we chose to detour, for it was one of those special sunsets with the remaining puddles also catching reflections. It seemed like a fitting way to end Danica's Coming of Age day. She can now legally drink and vote, and she will do the latter soon in the impending federal election. As for the drinking . . . I don't keep up, and nor do I want to.

The phone didn't get the colour perfect, but it was pretty close.