With Parents

So I'm eating lunch at work today and overhear someone at the table next to me talking about how smart Trump is because he's earned billions of dollars and you can't do that if you're not smart. I had to interject and bring up the point that he started off with money from his dad. The guy conceded that point and I wasn't really involved in the rest of his apologia but everyone else at his table was shooting him down about Trump being worthwhile so I wasn't really needed anyway. Then, of course, the guy's all well I don't really care anyway it's politics I don't care about that. Egh. After work Mary Beth and I met my parents for dinner. They treated us to a nice meal at Erling Jensen. We hadn't been there before and it was damn good. I had sweetbreads for an appetizer and holy shit that was fucking good. Also the lamb for the entree was great. Got a few presents from 'em afterwards. They gave me this book Memphis Blues: Birthplace of a Music Tradition by William Bearden and I got a big yellow shirt with Homer Simpson's face on it (though for some reason they think I'm a XXL and I am much fatter but still, that's like a damn tent). Well, there's the early birthday stuff and I guess the real day is just almost here.