After lunch, we came home and Greg worked on his transmission. (Working on car parts on your birthday. Is that a guy birthday, or what?!) I don't think I blogged about this (probably because I was so mad) but Greg's transmission blew in his truck two months ago, so he has had my car since then. It gets pretty boring sitting at home without even the OPTION to go anywhere, but I know he can't help it. Anyway, he's been working on rebuilding the transmission so he can have his truck back! That's how he spent the afternoon. He's still not done, but he got some good progress in.
We had a lazy evening, and were too full from lunch still for cake, so we went to bed.
Sunday was church, and then we went to Texas Roadhouse for dinner with a birthday coupon Greg had gotten. When we got home, we did candles and cake. Hunter and I (and by saying that, I simply mean 'I') sang daddy 'happy birthday' and we enjoyed cake. Here's a couple pictures of his presents from us.
And a koozy for beer.
He loves them both. :)