SUPER BOWL BIRTHDAY ROCKIN' BAND BASH

We went to a Surprise Birthday Party for son Phillip turning 40 years old. (That makes me really old) combined with his annual Super Bowl Party over the weekend. It turned out not to be a surprise. It is really hard to do something like that for that boy. He has always been able to get information from us if he suspects anything. He always figures out his Christmas presents by asking questions and snagging us into hints. What a Con he has always been. He, however, did not know that we were roasting him. Now that was fun because he has been involved in funny situations since he was little. When he was 3 years old (we lived in Las Vegas) he and some little friends same age and younger decided to leave our fenced yard and cross a busy street behind our house and went to the Dunkin' Donuts to get some donuts for themselves. They told the lady they were going on down the street to get their mommies some chicken at Colonel Sanders then on down farther to get their dads some beer at 7-11.The lady thought they were so cute but decided to close the donut shop and bring them home. HE WAS IN DEEP POO POO. Another time when he was older, he and a buddy were playing in our garage and caught the garage on fire and tried to put it out with a propane torch. He thought it was a fire extinguisher. Never a dull moment around him. He has grown into a handsome, fine, successful man that is very loving, sentimental and family oriented. He and Holly had prepared tons of food for the parties this weekend. Phillip made his baby back ribs that just melt in your mouth. Nobody can do those like he can. Later that night, they all pulled out the rock band and I was amazed at how good they all do on it. Even as young as Nolan is, he takes after his Uncle Phillip, playing those drums. I had so much fun. It was a very full weekend and very tired when we got home. Was disappointed that the cardinals didn't win.