Happy Birthday Michael!

This is 21...I mean 27...I mean 34...I mean 39....

Whatever....this is what 41 looks like. After a delicious dinner at Texas Roadhouse, Michael headed home for a relaxing evening as opposed to going out partying. I offered to take him to miniature golf, FunRun (some place in Blue Springs that I have no idea what it was) and/or Andy's for ice cream. A big no was the answer to all places. I guess this is 41! I'm hoping to get him out of the house at 42! Happy Birthday Michael!