Birthday celebration continues...

So to continue the birthday celebration, John took me to West Yellowstone's Playmill to see Dirty Rotten Scoundrels. Didn't really know much about that musical but it sounded fun. And it was. Clever lyrics, good acting, and all around fun for all. Plus they have the yummiest Pineapple Dole Whip sorbet. I wish I could find that locally but maybe it is just as well cuz if I could, I'd be eating it all the time. :)





Driving up usually affords a great view of the Tetons but today they were quite obscured by smoke or dust or something.








A cute young man took me up on stage to sing happy birthday to me along with the other birthday or anniversary type people. He announced that I am celebrating the 20th anniversary of my 29th birthday. (Okay, I give up. I can't quite figure out the whole formatting thing in this blogging with photos. I've started out in one format and then it changes for reasons not understood by me and I can't figure out how to change them back, so you get what you get.)
That is JPL (John Peter Lewis) of American Idol fame leading the singing. I don't know what it is, but every time we've gone to Playmill for John's birthday he ends up with one or sometimes two young girls giving him a birthday kiss. I just get birthday hugs although I do have a funny story about one year we were there with the religion department of BYU-Idaho. Perhaps someday I'll post that story.

Happy Birthday to me!

Happy Birthday to me! And so far, this day has been all about me. Started with breakfast in bed but then it got even better. My husband had asked multiple times what I want for my birthday and I couldn't think of anything I really wanted. But then it dawned on me. I could ask for the thing that I've been waiting for years to happen. Yep. I asked to have the garage cleaned out. Best. Present. Ever. Well, maybe not ever because I have received some very nice gifts over the years but I can honestly say that this gift was far better than anything he could have wrapped in a box for this birthday. We spent hours working on it. Even with some help from the #2 child we didn't get finished but had to stop since the poor man does have to work sometimes. We got enough of it done that I could feel a sense of accomplishment.

If I'd been thinking, I'd have taken before pictures. I could still take after shots I suppose but I don't think it would show the marvelousness of the gift adequately except by comparison. I still have a carload (actually, it will take two trips) of stuff to deposit either at the thrift store or recycle.

It was embarrassing to open the garage door for the neighbors to see how bad it was. Sooooo much better now. So, Happy Birthday to me. :)