Happy Birthday, Dad.

I slept in a little bit today. When I got up I went down stairs and got some breakfast. Then I watched TV and was on the computer. They were having a Presidents Day marathon on Court TV showing all sorts of shows were people were stealing money and how they got caught. There were some interesting stories about it.

I had to clean up the yard of doggie-doo-doo. Then when I went back into the house my mom was gone. I planned on going to Wal-Mart to return my boots from Christmas that were too small for me. Just before I left my mom called and asked if I could bring the tin snips to the cemetery so she could cut down some of the artificial flowers.

I drove up there and went to my Dads grave site. It showed his birthday on the headstone. Floyd Keith Anderson, Feb 21st, 1939. Today was his sixty-sixth birthday.

Then I drove down to Renton. I returned the boots and came back home. Today was pretty much a lazy day for me. I spent the rest of the day watching TV and chatting on the computer.