Happy Birthday To Me!
This past Sunday was my first time to turn 39. I only say this because I will:
1. Have no more birthdays. . . . . . . . .or
2. Will forever stay 39. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ~if only~.
My awesome hubby made arrangements for us, my parents and my brother (for his birthday too) to meet at “The Coachman” for birthday dinner.
Of course I don’t go to any special occasion without my camera.
Cory’s getting better about having his photo taken. Must be all those photo shoots they torture him with at work. Hey it works for me, I used to always get a hand in front of the face. He does look rather tired. Maybe he’s spending too much time at all hours talking through facebook to Johanna. I think there’s a 6 hour time difference.
Okay so I have a really crooked smile, must be the way I’m leaning over since Chris must have been afraid of my cold germs.

My brother Scott never looks at the camera.
and. . . . . . .uh Scott. . . . . .Happy Birthday!!!!!!!!!!!


















