This is a little out of sequence but I was just able to snag this picture from Greg’s birthday in April. Morgan and I took Greg out on Monday before we left for San Diego for his birthday dinner. We decided to go to Texas Roadhouse, the restaurant that Dustin had worked at. We know all the waitpersons there and it is really like our family. The girls tell us all their stories of boyfriends, parties, etc. We give them advice in return. Good advice, I might add. In fact, we are there so much that I am going to ask if they will put a wireless internet connection in so that we can watch sports, drink beer, and check emails/work on the computer!! :) Anyway, Greg had threatened me over the years, and even as we walked in that night, not to tell them it was his birthday. I promised him that I wouldn't. Little did he know that a server named Jackie was going to be working that night and she had already text messaged me earlier in the day to tell him happy birthday so the cat was pretty much out of the bag. Needless to say, at the end of our meal, here they all come out, singing and clapping, pushing the saddle that they make you ride. I had to cover my mouth to keep from laughing!! I must say, he was a good sport about it. He did climb on the saddle and swing the napkin over his head, just like he was instructed. He had muttered something under his breath about whooping and hollering to embarrass us all while he was doing it but he didn't. I was very proud of him!! Happy Birthday, Greg!! I love you!! paula
