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That's Right, Folks, He's 45!


Even though the girls are gone to camp, Scott still chose to have a birthday. The boys and I celebrated without them.

We were sad.


I know it's hard to tell, but we missed them.


This year for his birthday, Scott had his right knee cut open and pre-arthritic growth cut out. That was yesterday. $10 says he'll try to play basketball next week. Because youth and skill are no match for old age and treachery. Guess which category he falls under. Go ahead. Guess.


Handsome bunch, aren't they? You can see where those darling boys get their good looks.

For the moment, I am the prettiest girl in the house.

Unless you like cats and dogs.

Comments

  1. Good looking family you have there...but you are the prettiest, by far.

    And with two less people in the house?

    More cake for you!

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  2. You are definitely the prettiest girl in the house right now! And I do like cats and dogs. LOL

    Your whole family is a good looking bunch! Hope the girls are having big fun at camp!

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  3. You have a good looking family there!

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  4. Awww, happy birthday, Scott. You should take that young, pretty wife of yours out to dinner and show her off a bit... just sayin...

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  5. Whoa whoa whoa! The broken toe went to camp? Did she take a copy of her x-ray for maximum sympathy? :)

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  6. Happy Birthday hubby! Now, the real question, will the girls be ticked that there was a celebration without them? Girls are like that I hear. : )

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  7. Why is it that men feel physically fabulous even when they're recovering from surgery?! Well, except when they are whiney babies... ;-)

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  8. I love the "for the moment, I am the prettiest girl in the house" comment - HAHAHAHA ROFL - I am the prettiest woman in the house ALL the time.. that is gonna be my go to catchphrase from now on. Your husband has so much hair - you guys are a good looking bunch!

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  9. so much hair and impressive at 45! doubt my own hubs can make it to 30 without losing his hair. hehehe.

    www.phillipspost.blogspot.com

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  10. that ws one family saga i enjoyed reading. u'e really good at it.

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