Happy Cinco Moth-irth-sary

Most people spread their personal little festivities throughout the year. I stupidly have crammed them all together within a 9 day window of opportunity. Starting on my birthday on May 4th and ending on my anniversary on May 12th it’s just a whirlwind cluster f*ck.

The Big Tuna took Sheldon and me to a new fancy pants restaurant that featured Nuevo Italian food to rejoice that I haven’t turned 50 yet, thank goodness. Someone pointed out that my birthday had a Star Wars theme, “May the Fourth be with your”. Great, I can remember when it came to the movie theater, pre DVD box set and Blue Ray. The ladies in the pack enjoyed the feast but the lone male doesn’t like any deviations from classic man dishes. It was like getting a toddler to try a new food group, not open to modification of the basic food pyramid of beer, beef and potatoes. In some ways I should be grateful, if he won’t try newfangled fare, it reinforces that he won’t trade me in for a shiny trophy wife.

Next, Cinco de Mayo overtakes Phoenix as the gringo Mexican Independence Day. Clogging the streets with happy hour seeking vagrants in search of cheap beer and tacos. Interesting enough, Mexico’s break from Spain occurred on September 15th and this date just marks some giant hissy fit they had with the French. Fighting my way out of downtown past road blocks for block parties afforded me the opportunity to observe the office tipsy office workers in their native habitat. Men wearing Bluetooth sets in their ears, looking like baby cows that had been punch tagged and ladies wearing sneakers clashing with business attire like eighties fashionistas. This of course mingled in with the religious fanatic who shows up and plays his accordion outside of Starbucks everyday. Trapped in my car, light after light after light. Grrrrrrrrrr……..move before I run your tostados over.

Today, Sheldon arranged to take me, my Sistah and Bebe for afternoon wine tasting to celebrate Mother’s Day. You know afternoon wine, the one you drink and still get home in time to fall asleep on the couch to get out of making dinner. Sheldon is fairly new to wine, last time we went out she ordered a glass of Sha Bliss. Sha Bliss I ask? Sweetie, I think you mean Chablis. This week’s recipe might win for the easiest recipe ever.

Spinach-Ravioli Bake
15 ounces frozen cheese ravioli
6 ounce bag fresh spinach
24 ounce jar spaghetti sauce
1 cup shredded mozzarella cheese
Optional
2 cups mushrooms sautéed in olive oil with minced garlic.

Preheat oven to 400 degrees. Combine ravioli, spinach, sauce and mushrooms in casserole dish. Cook covered with foil for 30 minutes. Sprinkle with mozzarella cheese and continue covered for additional 15 minutes. DONE! And only one dish to wash.

Thursday will mark our 29th anniversary, I will of course have a very special post outlining our years of swapping marital spit. And then…….my party boat will be over. I’ll have to move to all those community holidays, Memorial Day, Fourth of July, Arbor Day…….At least I’m not a Christmas baby.

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