Bless Your Heart

My morning started with a serenade from my sister, BIL & Nephews. Too cute! They called at 7:40 AM (!!!) and sang into the machine. Sang Happy Birthday. Cause the entire family thought it was the 3rd today. Doh! It was sweet though and I’ll be sure to save the recording so I can hear the boys’ sweet little voices.
CSP & I ran his truck, Q-Tip (cause CSP thinks he’s all gansta in his white truck), down to Carm@x for an oil change & for them to check out the steering (it had been squeaking). Then we kept heading south down to (click all photos to enlarge) Shealy’s for some Birthday Bar B Que! I took my camera to take some pics of our favorite sights on the way. Like this house: And the mail “shak”: This sign:. CSP let me nap a bit on the way down since we were up late last night. He went out for a beer with my BIL and didn’t get home til laaate. But I woke up as we pulled off the highway and on to local roads. I’ve been going to Shealy’s since I was a little girl. It’s right down the road from where I grew up, just outside of Columbia, SC. I first took CSP there about 5 years ago and he’s been a fan ever since. I swear I think he ate an entire chicken today. He wouldn’t let me take pics inside the restaurant cause it was crowded and he’s a DL kind of guy. The tables are set up in looooong rows so you sit with strangers if it gets crowded. Not the enviroment in which he likes for me to whip out my camera.
We left with full stomachs and Jon napped most of the way back to town. We stopped in to T@rget to pick me up a proper camera bag (the tote I was carrying my camera in just wasn’t cutting it anymore). While there he walked up as I was looking at some pug greeting cards.

Aren’t these pug cards cute?
Yeah. You want one?
No. I’ve got plenty of birthday cards at home in my organizer for this month’s birthdays.
No, I mean, would you like a birthday card? For your birthday?

You have got to be freakin kidding me?!? I couldn’t believe it was birthday eve and he still hadn’t gotten a card!

When have I had time?
Oh, I don’t know, the last 364 days??
Well I got you a camera! And I took care of you when you were sick.
Punk.

Once we were back in the car I wondered aloud if my father would remember my birthday and send a card (doubtful). I said I figured he’d call instead.

Can I just call you too? Or hey, I can send you an email!

PUNK!!!

He’s lucky we were almost back at C@rmax or he’d have been in for a beating. I dropped him off then headed toward home while he went in to work for an hour or so (even though he’s on vacation). Ugh. Sara called and wanted me to swing by her new house to check out her backsplash in progress. It looks great. While there I used their restroom. They don’t have interior doorknobs as the house is being remodeled and the doorknobs are in the process of being replaced. While taking care of business I noticed little fingers and a big blue eye peering at me through the doorknob hole. I said “Jacob! What if I was going poo? You get out of here!” He giggled and ran off. Then a moment later he burst in and looked at me all serious and said “Aunt Shanny, you better turn the fan on just in case it gets stinky in here.” Bah! The things that come out of that 4 year old’s mouth!

Well I’m off to bed. We’ve got a busy day tomorrow and a busier one on Saturday. And you know how it is when you get old, you start to move slower and complain more. 34, here I come.