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Happy Birthday weekend
This weekend we went to Dallas (except Frank, who's in France, the poor dear) to celebrate my dad's 60th birthday.
Why did we go to Dallas, you ask, since the parents live in the Austin area?
Why, because he wanted to run a half-marathon near Uncle Scott's house, of course. How else would our family think of celebrating a milestone but with a long run?
It was a great weekend. Dad got a personal best at the race with a time of 1 hour, 54 minutes and change. Nice!
Happy Birthday, Dad!
One of the funniest things that happened was when my parents dog Jake jumped onto my dad's chest:
....because he was scared of the noise made by this:
What a dog.
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