This year, my fabulous wife made us steak, carrots, stuff baked potato with cheese, sour cream, and garlic.
Mmmm… grain fed local Alberta beef. One of the best steaks I have ever had. Looking at the size of these brontosaurus steaks I determined that as I am no longer a teenager (when steak dinners included two plates, one barely containing the massive steak, the other with the rest of my meal) I wouldn’t be able to eat the whole thing. Wrong.
It’s almost enough to make me want my next birthday to come quickly. Almost.
The girls were more than happy to help me to blow out the candles and open presents.
The in-laws must have figured that I would be depressed as it was my birthday, so they got me enough anti-depressants (a.k.a. potato chips and ketchup) to last me a few days.
So.. how old is I? Here is a clue:
Oh yeah.. I had some cards and presents too. Yup, another April 10th, another birthday. Life is good.