43 Smackers

This guy had another birthday.

Now he's 43.  Yikes!  In the words of my dear Mother, "I didn't think people lived that long."

Hear, hear.

He may be old and moldy, but we still like him.  Most of the time.  Except when we're having hormonal surges.  But we don't talk about those times.

We can, however, talk about the delicious prime rib we had for dinner.

And the divine annual chocolate cream pie.

Eva made him a card and a drew a picture of the two of them together.  It was adorable.

I gave him a gift certificate to have his car detailed.  Not quite as adorable, but very needed.

It was a wonderful day and we sure are glad to have this old man in our family.

Happy birthday, Mykey!