Sunday was my dad's 53rd (I was in trouble for thinking it was his 58th-but in my defense I was simply going off the technical fact I thought he was born in 1950, when he was really born in 55-I didn't know men got upset about that kind of thing, too) Birthday. The picture is grainy, but he got himself an awesome little dog holding a dead pheasant in it's mouth. Shauna was super excited about it when he was talking about where he was going to put it. Among his other neat presents, he got a box full of rice crispy treats and from us he got donuts (they happened to be the ones from his office). So he pointed out that he only received one actual gift-a gift card from Sharon, which made my mom mad because she took him to Costco and told him he could pick out whatever he wanted (yAy) on Saturday.
When I asked if we could take him to lunch he told me no. :( But don't worry, your present is on the way and it's awesome. Happy Birthday, Beruce. You don't look a day over forty.
