Saturday was Jeff’s birthday. He is blankity-blank years old. We had a birthday breakfast for him. I invited all of his family (who are in town) over, and we had biscuits and gravy. Okay, maybe it’s not the healthiest thing ever invented, but it is one of Jeff’s favorites. Jeff was so excited for his birthday as you can see by his picture.
One thing I’ve learned about Jeff is that I can’t point a camera at him without him making a face. Here is his real happy birthday picture.
I took about six or seven pictures of him, all with different goofy faces. I’m only sharing one.
Please don’t count the candles. That could give away his age.
Happy Birthday Jeff!! Look, now on a note that impacts me. Noelle, you know I am working on family pictures. In the album that Grandpa gave you of pictures of you, are there any pictures of members of my family, including my mom? If so, would you mind emailing me copies? This isn’t totally selfish. I have scanned a bunch of pictures I found at your Dad’s house that include you and I would be happy to email them to you. Thanks!
Happy Birthday, Jeff! I am glad Noelle didn’t get you confused with the whole Martin Luther King Jr. thing, and expect you to make a huge speech before finding someone to assassinate you. The birthday cake and a few goofy pictures, mixed in with a bit of biscuits and gravy is a much better idea!