CJ turned 33 this year and he said it wasn't his worse birthday ever, but I think it came close. We got done packing out on Thursday and his birthday was on Friday April 29th. I did manage to get him a birthday cake and Maria insisted that he have balloons. It's not a birthday unless you have balloons in her mind. We had a nice dinner and he got a couple of cards and that was about it. Sorry CJ we hope that he knows how much we love him and we think he's a wonderful dad and husband.