Sunday night I threw a party in honor of Ace, but Saturday afternoon (not the whole afternoon, just, like, 23 minutes of it) was spent preparing a little art in his honor.
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The Man of the Hour upon his throne:
Andy had given Ace a totally nice present, CDs of the Church Hymns, here Ace thanks Mr. Lam via speakerphone.
Once the clock tocked past 8 o'clock the revelry was underway, I suppose we should have known there would be Guitar Heroing:
If someone thought my bottom was worth photographing then you know what? I'm posting it.
If you choose to Guitar battle Mike just prepare yourself to be terminally humiliated.
New batteries didn't solve all of my white guitar's problems, it just sort of stinks.
Collin spent the pre-church hours of Sunday baking Ace an Ace of Ace Ace Cakes.
Suddenly and unexpectedly for some, the guitars fell silent for the time of the caking had come.
What you didn't know was that Ace and Brad know each other from back in the day. Way, way back in the day (likesay, 11 years back?)
Twins, wouldn't you say? No, not the tiniest bit? I sort of think they are.
The thing about the cake was that it was an Oreo.
Here you have a pair of formidable home teachers engaged in a conversation where, unusually, the topic is not remembering who is in charge of the lesson this month (that would be me, by the way).
Kristian is one of the fellows we home teach and, as you can see, we've yet to drive the devilish out of him.
It was a totally great birthday party, too bad you didn't come. Happy Birthday, Ace!
In the future I hope YouTube stops being a jerk and I'll post some videos from the party that will really add to the quality of the narrative.