So two weeks ago today, it was Speed’s birthday. And not just any birthday, but his 15th, which is a sea-change event for all of us. More on that below.
As has become standard practice around here lately, birthday activities stretch out over a week or more. On the day of his birthday, there were presents to be opened and breakfast for dinner. It’s a lot like Thunderdome.
Holly knows that this card doesn't open and is enjoying Speed's futile efforts
Looks cold in the living room
A glimpse at some presents: PS3 game, lunch money (all in change), and one boot
On Wednesday night, Speed and I went to the Mavs game against rival Spurs. Both teams were heavily undermanned, but it was an exciting game ending with a Mavs win in OT. Dirk was great.
But the highlight of the night was when I caught a t-shirt projectiled into our section by the t-shirt cannon. I think I saved a woman from getting hit directly in the face; some call me hero. An aside on the t-shirt: it’s an advertisement to have the Mavs mascot, Champ, come to your party; boo!
The fruits of my labor--a heavily taped up t-shirt that I'll never wear
Sunday night was Speed’s choice for dinner, and he chose the very tasty Javier’s, serving continental Mexican cuisine. And for dessert, the family favorite, Pacuigo’s, for gelato.
On the following Tuesday, driver’s permit in hand, he got into the driver’s seat of a driving school vehicle and drove for 2 straight hours. You have been warned.
Finally, he is planning a weekend with friends down at my parents’ place, hoping to shoot guns, ride four-wheelers, fish, etc. And I guess I’m in line to chaperone that since I was pressed to do so with Madysen and 4 friends for her birthday. If I survived that, I can probably survive anything.
