or (2^3) * (2+3)
And so ... I am four decades old. Man, and to think I am shooting for four more decades. It has been a long haul to get my reckless insidious hide to this point. To for that I thank family and friends.
I am surprised indeed that I have friends up to this point especially since "Marcus stories" proceed me.
I could not find a good pictures of several people.
I appreciate all the effort and work it took to do this. I truly don't deserve friends like you, but I appreciate you very much!
I would like to thank:
Tawnya
Amy, Andrew, Charles, Charlie, Christopher, Connie, Dave, Dave, Dylan, Heather, Jeff, Jeff, Jeremy, JJ, Josh, Keith, Lisa, Lori, Maddie, Mike, Paula, Scott, Simone, TJ, William
Thank you, thank you, thank you!
Thanks Keith, Lori, Charlie for hosting.
The bomb cake was the bomb. I also didn't smash anything. How wonderful!
I look forward to the many photos that you all have.
--------------
For my family who was not there ...
Tawnya, dear sweet woman she is, set a surprise party for me. She and Simone, her daughter, met up with me in Fort Wayne claiming that they were stuck in slow traffic on US 30. They were doing last-minute things and waiting for people to show.
We went there and SURPRISE!
Lori made a bomb cake with explosives. After many attempts to light the fuse, we improvised. As it turned out, the moisture of the icing and cake wet the fuse. Keith installed another bomb and blew it into two. He tried to pitch the cake onto me, but I caught it. I leaped at the chance to give it to Tawnya.
In one photo you can see Dave helping me get Tawnya to share the fun with the cake. Tawnya made me wear cake, I made her wear icing. The other cake was of a wine glass on a hand. This goes back to a story when:
Marcus was at Keith's folks' house. I thought that ninja me could use a spinning force so fast that it would remain on my hand. No. It went onto the floor promptly in full view of all. Ninja, graceful, and talented I am not.
The icing on the cake gave me the chance to do it for real.
No comments:
Post a Comment