Shane turned 41 yesterday. He's not at all happy about it. But Lanie and I had a great time with it. She declared his name would be "Birthday Boy" all day long. And so it was. (Today she declared his name would be Polutey Poop.) We had burgers on the grill and some other yummies, followed by somekind of frozen Oreo cookie pie, which was a hit with all. It was nice our little fete went beyond family to include Denise and our new neighbor and their kids. Later, Shane took Lanie outside to teach her how to ride a two-wheeler. What a really great day. Happy birthday, man!