39.

We didn't get to celebrate Corey's birthday with him this year. 

He spent it with a guy named Bob. =) 

He left at 5:45 in the morning and didn't get home until 5:00 the following day. 

The Parks Dept. had to work from 10:00 pm to 12:30 am Thursday night/Friday morning. 

Times like this, the hour commute is a problem. 

Luckily, his co-worker, Bob, was nice enough to offer him an extra bedroom... a steak dinner... a pool table... juke box with vinyl... I'm a little worried he's going to start spending more time with Bob, actually. 

There were three pretty excited kids when we finally got to see him the next day... 

Peanut butter cookies... creme horns... granola bars... maple nut goodies... just a few of his favorite things.

We sure do like this guy.
We like him an awful lot.

And I have plans to celebrate this guy big time next year out on the farm. Unless we're not built/living out at the farm yet at this time next year. Then we'll just pretend that he's turning 39 again. He just might be okay with that. =)