We Pulled It Off

Pharmie and I rushed out of the Cities on Friday afternoon. We got my Dad’s new shop all decorated: tables set up, chairs brought out, streamers and banners hung, keg on ice, helped the caterer set up, etc.

Mom showed up with slight tears in her eyes, totally shocked:

She shared the story of how Dad managed to get her to the party without her knowing:

After that, 60 of her closest friends joined her for pork sandwiches, potato salad, baked beans, dessert, and 1919 root beer:

The party went into the night, so we lit 6 tiki torches outside of the shop:

Then, 3 miles away in town, fireworks started going off for the yearly summer party called Kernals Days. Dad tried to take credit for the fireworks, telling Mom that he set them up for this party. Nice try Dad. We stood on the porch, looked out over the corn fields, and watched the show in the distance:

Happy 50th Birthday, Mom! We got you GOOD! So many lies made the party possible!!! We’re glad you had a good time!