Me and some of my kids celebrated my 29th birthday at the Red Lobster and we just had a heckuva time. I just love me some shrimps and my kids gave me some pretty decent presents, so I can't complain. Another year older, another year wiser!

I was enraptured by all the wonderful conversation.

Casey telling another one of his tall tales.

Most of my presents came in envelopes, which I don't love but it's the thought that counts.

Holly has a lot of heart.

Before we launched into a discussion of why the mountains are better than books. Whatever!
Steve is always the last to finish because he chews every bite about 100 times. Then he gets a doggy bag. Food hoarder.
Happy birthday to me!