Shoo Shoo

I refer to Danny as my little brother, but he hasn't been genuinely little since elementary school. We call each other Shoo Shoo. It's the sound we associate with old ladies pinching a child's cheek to indicate that the child is cute. It's dumb, but nicknames often are. Shoo Shoo's birthday was yesterday, and I made an unusual trip to Richardson on a Wednesday to celebrate.

It was nothing out of the ordinary for Mom, dad, Laurie and Dan. They had dinner at the usual time, but we did throw some candles into a homemade cake and sing the birthday song. 

I brought my present- a t-shirt that will, no doubt, amuse Danny's future father in law. Dan has been accused in visits to Arkansas of being a beer snob. 

So, this shirt had to happen. 

He was particularly fond of the monocle. It's the seventh today, which means Cas and I are only a few days from the one-year mark. We have a fancy dinner planned, and all reports indicate that we're both pretty thrilled. 

Jeff should be arriving late Friday for his visit, too, so all in all, we have a big weekend coming, and at least one more Richardson trip on a weekday in my immediate future. 

Oh, and Mother's Day is on Sunday. Mom doesn't want to make a big deal. Of course. She just wants all three of her kids in the same place. That is something we can actually do for the first time in ages, but I still bought her a present. I mean, it's Mother's Day, for crying out loud...