His birthday is a little more boring than the kids. There's no Chuck E. Cheese for old men. We went to dinner at Logan's roadhouse which the kids thought was great because they got to throw peanuts on the floor. They didn't just drop them, they went for distance away from the table.
Then it was just back home for presents. Brian got a new fish for his desk at work since Mr. Blasty died just before we moved here. The new fish has yet to get a name so we just call him Mr. Blasty II. Brian also got his guitar restrung in the hopes that he'd start playing again. Nope, just the one time on his birthday. It's been sitting in a corner ever since. Boy's birthdays are never fun. Oh well, Happy birthday to the love of my life!
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