Party, party, party

At least it seemed like it was going to be a party at my house. Bubba was thoroughly convinced that Hubby was going to have about 20 people come over and pay homage to his birthday yesterday bearing gifts. No, sweetie, big people only occasionally have big birthday parties and since Dad is not yet a big-0 (like 5-0) birthday, Mom did not arrange one.

Mom did make Dad his favorite birthday cake (carrot with cream cheese icing) fresh yesterday. This was in an effort not to burn the house down by trying to bake it late at night on Friday. Hubby and Bubba has a fun time in the AM going to estate sales and Hubby even found two sets of speakers (thankfully small ones) at the last one. Bubba was assigned to guard them while Hubby paid some ridiculously low price for them.

In the afternoon, we went to get our family photo taken for the parish directory and then we went to University City for Thai food, which is what Hubby picked. Bubba went along with things, but there was no way he was letting Hubby have two sticks of chicken satay. Truly, if I had not fought for my two sticks, Bubba would have eaten all six all by himself. He ate a little of his chicken pad thai, but we brought most of that home.

We shopped on the Loop and Bubba bought himself (he said it was Dad's birthday present) Snow Buddies. We watched that when we got home. All in all, it was a pretty good day.