It was a nice birthday.

I had a wonderful birthday and I did finish my dress on time.  Thought you’d like to see a couple of shots of the dress in action before I get to the details tomorrow.

Tres Leches Cake

Yumm!  I made a delicious (if I do say so myself!) Tres Leches cake for my birthday.  Instead of candles, I put a piece of fruit for each year.  That way we didn’t have to call the firetruck.

Me & The Mr

Mr H was in rare form, I must say.  That morning I was upstairs dressing when I heard a BOOM from out back.  I presumed he was shooting his .22 and finished getting ready before I went to check on him.  Turns out he had found an M-95 (some sort of firecracker) in the basement and had exploded it.

Later on that evening, I heard him setting off more of them.  Only then did it occur to me that he only had use of one hand.  How on earth was he lighting the things??

I ran downstairs in a panic to discover that he was exploding them on the front steps in right in front of him!  He had the box of matches wedged between his foot and the front step so that he could strike them, then he was lighting the firecrackers.

He’s nothing if not inventive.

Well you can imagine I had to put a stop to that.  Thankfully we only suffered a hole in the house’s siding and he was not injured.  Not physically, though I don’t imagine I should repeat what I said to him.

He’s got a new word, now,  “Sorry.”

5 comments

  1. Jane Simpson says:

    Happy Birthday!

  2. Lori says:

    Happy birthday, sounds like it was exciting and loud!

  3. Martha Myers says:

    Happy Birthday, Beth. The story is a good one!

  4. Happy Birthday. Boys never grow out of loving fireworks, to funny.

  5. Cennetta says:

    Happy Birthday! Super cute dress and that cake Mmm, Mmm good.