Birthday Celebray-shuns!!

Last weekend we had a joint birthday
party to celebrate our mutual aging.

Our friends were there to mourn with us.
They didn't seem all that mournful, however.

It's funny how hearing the "Happy Birthday"
song never gets old, even after
it's been sung to you 30 times!

Pizza Party

Hello! I'm afraid my pizza is a secret and is therefore kept behind this lunchbox.

Adam has no pride in his pizza making "skills" and flaunts them openly for all to see.

Well, what do we have here?

Chicken, bacon, artichoke, and green onions. Magnifique!

Satisfied? Why, yes we are.

The Virginian Hancock bunch got together and had a pizza making party. Each subgroup made a pizza and we all got to eat way to much pizza, hang out, play some video games and exclaim over how I made the best pizza. All in all, a great day.

Hanging it up after 11 years.

Holy crap these pans are old! Some things you just don't replace until you realize you've probably ingested several ounces of frying pan over the last few years and maybe, just maybe, that is not a dietary need.

11 Years of Awesome

We stayed at a colonial bed & breakfast in Williamsburg
last weekend to celebrate 11 years together.

It was a cute little cottage located off of the main house.

The innkeeper boasted that the cottage
featured "authentic colonial" decor.
Apparently, "colonial" means lace and a double bed.

It had a big bathroom with an awesome jetted tub.
Not very "colonial," in my opinion.

We enjoyed a faaaaabulous dinner at an upscale resaturant.
The wait staff presented us with this little card at our table.

11 years....seriously. No one ever believes us.

The best part of the meal was the dessert, of course!!!
I guess all that passion in the air
ignited the Bananas Foster.

A perfect summer day

A couple weekends ago, we packed the sunscreen, a couple towels,
a cooler, and drove up to Cobblestones Water Park
for some fun in the sun.

There was tons of shade and tables in the "beach" area overlooking the pools.

Nope, I didn't get a tan while I was there, in case you were wondering.

Fine, since everyone else is....

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Parker's Head Explodes

For months, we have been telling Parker we would go to the Lego Factory Store near Washington, D.C. With traffic, it's a LOOOOONG drive, but finally got around to it last weekend.

"Like a kid in a candy store" has nothing on a kid in a Lego Store.

He ran all over the store at full blast, screaming, "OH SWEEEEEEET!!!!!!"

At the minifigure building station. You get to pick the legs, torso, head, hair, accessories, etc.

Looking glum, because this set costs $250.

Stores like this are extremely dangerous. They even paint the floor yellow in warning.

The best part was the wall o' Legos, where you can pick whatever Legos you want.

This took quite some deliberating. There's only so much space in that bucket.

The loot- a Lego set, a bucket o' Legos, and 3 minifigures.