We picked our tree (or to be completely honest, I picked our tree - the fattest one I saw, with adorable little wee pinecones still on it), Kevin cut it down, and off we went to the barn to have our yummy cider.
When we got home I had a great birthday party (and we celebrated our son-in-law-to-be birthday as well) with all my kids present and accounted for, all the boyfriends/fiances (theirs, not mine!), and my sister in law too. Good dinner, great dessert, wonderful gifts, and I was even shot by a nerf gun. You have not had a complete birthday unless you've been ambushed by a nerf weilding partygoer. Of course it sounds silly, but we're a rather silly lot, and foam dart guns have become something of a "thing" around these parts. Nearly all of us own one, and those who don't, frequently steal from those who do. :-)
What a great day it was. It was good to turn 44. :-)
I've uploaded pics here.