Happy Burpday, Buddy Boy!

First thing this morning I phoned the bakery and ordered a cake, chocolate, with an appropriate message in icing on top, then I pretended to do some work around the house (laundry, copying) before heading out after lunch to go to the bank, buy a birthday card, get a U-shaped bike lock at the bike-repair store in town (the guy has the twin [male version] to my 1974 CCM 5-speed touring bike on sale for $40 outside the shop), pick up a few supplies (candles, sparklers, balloons) at the discount store, and get the cake.

Dinner was at Da T0ni, our favourite Italian eatery in Sh’brooke where Buddy Boy availed himself of steak (I had the most delicious plate of egg fetuccine noodles with an artichoke sauce), and we repaired home for cake and presents. Little Princess’ friend Ed arrived just after we did, so we prevailed upon him to join us, and Buddy Boy got to eat cake and have presents too.

We decided, since all the other gifts were really rather of a cheapskate nature, to give him the video camera we purchased two years ago so he would be able to complete his projects for media class. Hubby and I never use it, we would never have bought such an item if it hadn’t been for our son’s need of such, so we decided that it would be put to best use if he kept it instead. He was pretty happy about that.

As I write this, father and son (and I think sister, too) are smoking a Cuban cigar on the back deck, after which we will watch a video, Night in a Museum (or something like that). It’s pretty cool being 18, at least in Quebec.