My husband's birthday

Friday, July 27 was my husband CB's birthday, edging closer to 60. (Me, too) Our four kids kept contacting me about WHAT he'd like for his birthday. BUT even when asked, he would not say. DC even called up three times the week before his birthday to ask. All I gave him were t-shirts with pockets, which he insists upon. Whenever I have tried to get CB something "different," he doesn't like it. (My dad was like this, too, but at least he read books. CB reads on the internet; I read and buy enough books for both of us, he says.)

CB likes to sleep in his OWN bed each night. (In some ways he is so much like my dad!) So he didn't want to spend his birthday night to a hotel in San Antonio where we'd be for MJ's Saturday and Sunday soccer tournament. So he stayed home, while MJ and I went north. (Before we left, we ate a chocolate cake from my mother's old Betty Crocker cookbook and ice cream.)

MJ and I drove very early further north to the soccer fields in a field with a dirt road to park in. After a short while, we learned that there would be NO game, because the team the Express girls were going to play had dropped out. AND because of that, they would not play any other games at all--somehow, they qualified for the level they wanted by being at the tournament without the other team. Then we came back home.

CB planned to drive up this morning for the second later game (which did not materialize). When I called him about MJ having NO games at all, he laughed and laughed and said that this (NOT having to come to SA) was the BEST birthday gift he'd received!

MJ and I had an enjoyable time together; MJ visited a friend from church camp; MJ finished the last Harry Potter book while I drove; and CB was overjoyed. . . .CB's birthday was a success after all.