LONG LIVE THE DOWAGER!

I received the following e-mail from my brother today.
It contains photos of the birthday celebration that we had when my mom celebrated being 58th this year on 22 July.
Off the record, among the kids we termed her the DOWAGER.
So that when we need to pass secrets to one another or simply complaining about her by talking in the most chim English we can think of so that she wouldn't understand (over the years she has picked up some general simple basic english from her grandkids - she would know mom means her if we had a conversation with that - so she's dowager, mostly. When she makes us piss, she's termed as YOUR DOWAGER AH when we talk about among ourselves. Anyway, as we wish for our mom as ever we had previous years - LONG LIVE THE DOWAGER!

That's the gang - without my sister's family back in Vietnam.

And of cos, shots with her favourite people on earth- grandkids

Maoster + Cousin Wen but obviously drinking water off the bowl was more fun to Mao.