Poor Emmett, his day started with me waking up late for work, then he had to work until 3:00 and be back to work by 7:30, so we hurried to a pizza place and hurried back just in time for him to be late yet again. It wouldn't be so bad if his last two birthdays hadn't been so lame. Two years ago we all had school and work. We had also just moved to a new house about two weeks before, so Em had to go to the dump ALONE. It wasn't a good birthday to say the least and last year's was so unexciting that I can't even remember it. I bet he can't either. He probably had to work. Anyway, it stinks because this year is no different.
I just want him to know that I love him and that he deserves MUCH better. He is a really great person and awsome dad. He works night and day for our family. The other day/night he worked for 17 hours. So love you EM. Hopefully next year will be better!
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At least this year I expected a lame birthday because we had a deadline at work.
The year I went to the dump was pretty traumatic because I couldn't even guilt anyone into coming with me. It was bad enough that I wrote a song about it and it goes a little something like this:
I took the Old Bingham Hiway
to my birthday bash
It wasn't terribly fancy
but cost a bucket o' cash
There were pinatas and confetti
strewn all over the place
I had some hazardous materials
to eat the cake off my face
I had dirt on my shirt sleeves
and a mess in my hair
Besides the flies and the rodents
I was the only one there
I took the Old Bingham Hiway
to my birthday bash
I don't remember much of it
except a bumpy red rash
If I was a rich man
and didn't have a care
I'd throw myself a party
I'd be the only one there
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