Happy Birthday To ME! (and mom)

We had a really fun visit with mom and dad here - glad they stuck with their plans to come down even though the snow forecast was looking kind of bad...

Brett and dad worked on building dad's mii on the Wii...


Too sad:


Too girly:



Once that was done, Brett and dad got their golf on... Dad took up golf a couple years ago (sort of fitting since he retired a little over a month ago!), so dad got to show Brett the ropes. Now Brett's hoping to play golf with Sharon and Andy when they come over this weekend.


Swiiiiiing batter! (Oh wait, wrong sport)



While there were no real formal bday plans for myself (the 4th) or mom (the 7th), I decided we needed to at least have some sort of cake. Dug around in the pantry, found a cake mix and tub of frosting, and whipped something up. Granted, I made the cake the first night, but we were so full with all the eating we did while they were here that we didn't touch it til two nights later!


"Happy Birthday to us!" - I know, kinda cheesey, eh? Oh well - sure did taste good! (Mood lighting in the following picture to hide the signs of aging. Mom can't believe she's got a 29 year old son now, and has told me I'm not allowed to celebrate anymore birthdays. Hey, can I help it she had me when she was 16? I think she's looking pretty good for 34.)

Ok, now see how many lies and mathematical errors you can find in that last paragraph!


What?! A present for me!? YAY!!! Brett got me a weather station just like Andy has.... I finally got it all set up to put the info out to the web, and maaaybe I've turned on a few too many features... (By the time you read this, I MIGHT have gotten it under control, but I wouldn't count on it!)


I look just like a kid at Christmas, don't I!? Well, one with receeding hair and crows feet.



Hey, what's Simon looking for in that box?


How psycho does he look here?!


I think this was the second morning mom and dad were here? Mom insisted we not go to any great lengths for breakfasts....certainly nothing with "empty calories" like waffles. Yeah, right, like that's gonna happen!


Minutes after that picture was taken, the feast began!




Dad forced some lovin' on Simon...


...and then proceeded to give poor Tucker a "face lift"...



The cats did MUCH better with company this time around...


Tucker even put his date-rape Jedi-mind-trick voodoo on mom...


We still don't have a good bed for Moxie that doesn't make her ass look huge:


Mom and Brett turned the dinette table (always cluttered, almost never eaten at) into a cat massage and brushing parlor.


I think Simon was getting a spinal adjustment?




And, um, some have implied that maybe Tucker's put on a little weight since going on his anti-anxiety pills. Does this picture make him look fat?


Addendum - mom's had me remove some pics of her that she didn't like, and with those went the blurbs that went with them. I'm not going back to rewrite the entire entry to smooth over the missing stuff, so it's possible some of this might have seem disjointed...