We had a bit of a full house. The Big Wind (The Boy's sweetie) drove down, along with her dog Sophia. Of course the grandkids and their parents were here.
Kaya enjoyed a bit of attention before the festivities got started.
The Boy has never outgrown his "play with the package the gift came in" phase. The Big Wind is thinking "I can fix that. I hope."
The dogs came out of this with a LOT of new chew toys. I got a lot of new books to read. Mrs Notthat got tickets to some 40's musical or other. But the coolest thing to me were these custom gaiters that Weird Haired Mom and the grandkids made for us.
Note the "Ø Whining" thing from my days at San Jose Fit and "Not that Lucas" on this side.
And the DSE theme "Start slowly & taper off!" and my Marathon Maniac number on the other side. So cool!
This is a second pair I got: the left was done by Grandkid First Born and the right by Grandkid Second Born. First Born drew a complicated story involving a farmer that was upset because lightening ruined his watermelons (next picture) and all he has left are grapes.
These are the other side, and you can see the lightening bolts striking the watermelons on the right.
These were made for Mrs Notthat. I don't remember the story surrounding them. It's likely gruesome though. You'll have to guess which side was done by which grandkid.
The obvious concern is what will happen if we actually wear these. I'm going to try out my flame ones in a 30K tomorrow, so we'll see. These are too cool to just leave on the shelf.
And Mrs Notthat got me this huge 26.2 oval. I'm planning to have a lot of fun with it (it has that kind of adhesive like a sticky note, that can be lifted off and used again and again).
And that's about it. Well, except for a picture of the two people that made Pansy Day an official day.
Twenty nine years of pure wedded bliss.
That's it - move along...
PS: Yes, next year will be a problem. Anniversaries that end in "0" or "5" are big deals. I failed to come through on number 25, and I cannot fail for 30. Oh dear....