Clint's Birthday--He's Old

Clint woke up bright and early last Sunday, not because it was his birthday, but because he had to go to work. What a bummer. Write that down as one more reason we're looking forward to our move to Tennessee--no drill weekends. To try to make his morning special we brought him breakfast in bed--waffles with fresh strawberries and whipped cream, bacon and OJ. I was going to take a picture but hesitated. You know how male adults hate having their picture taken. Anyway, he seemed to have a good birthday. After he returned from work his Mom (she and Cap came into town for the occasion) made Clint a lemon meringue pie. I think it speaks very well of Clint that I didn't know this was his favorite dessert. Because, had I known I would have tried to make one and it would certainly not have measured up--not to Clint's standards, but to the reality that Pam's lemon meringue pie is the most amazing creation ever and would put Amelia Bedelia to shame. Delicious. What did Clint get for his birthday? A Leigh FMT Mortise and Tenon Jig, of course, duh! And a Beall Tilt Box from my Mom. Must you ask such obvious questions? This is why Clint pretty much buys his own presents (and uses them the moment they arrive, which was two weeks before the celebratory day. He's also already received and used his Christmas presents). I feel bad about not being able to surprise him with fabulous gifts, but the permagrin he has when he's in the garage tells me he's not complaining.