first born’s 17th

Can you believe that my son is 17 today? Well, I can’t.

I gave him the little green netbook for his gift. He seemed to like it.

His father gave him a car. He REALLY liked that. (It’s inevitable, he’s getting closer and closer to his driver’s license.)

Thursday is my 40th birthday. I just want the day to come and go quietly. Not looking forward to this birthday for some reason.

Kevin has finally gotten the Thunderbird completely painted. My fil came out today and spent the day with us, and Norman (fil) and I finished taping up the chrome on the t-bird. It came out sooooo pretty. Kev went with "colonial white"–it actually looks more cream than white.

Yay! Officials are bringing the men from that collapsed well up. Right now.

*kat