Today is my husband’s birthday and we’ve been celebrating since 7:30am. There’s a lot to celebrate, not least of which is that he survived his heart attack and bypass surgery last summer so that we can have fun growing old together. That’s our plan and we’re stickin’ to it.
In my humble opinion, he’s the most fabulous man on earth, and there are so many reasons why that’s true. Please note that I didn’t say perfect … just fabulous. He can’t seem to remember that if he leaves the dish cloth hanging from the rack in the sink, it becomes a spider ladder straight from the drain and that freaks me out. Otherwise, he’s just pretty fabulous. (Not that I’ve ever seen a spider crawl out of the drain, but one can never be too careful.)
We had The Saturday Breakfast this morning (made by the Birthday Boy, of course), soaked in the hot-tub, drank seemingly gallons of coffee, and watched the rain come down. We’ve watched hours of NCAA basketball, he’s played hours of guitar, we’ve eaten leftovers and healthy snacks, and now we’re enjoying a glass of his birthday wine. I really think he’s having a pretty good day. Cheers, darlin’ … here’s to many, many more.
Playing for Time 
Mar 23, 2013 @ 20:01:13
Happy Birthday, you handsome hunk! I’m allowed to say that because a) I’m much older than you are; b) 1500 miles away; c) no threat whatsoever!
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Mar 23, 2013 @ 21:04:40
We both love your comment, Jackie, how cute. Not so sure about a) … and you’re such a dollbaby if I didn’t know you I might check you out as a threat! But hey, you ARE 1500 miles away … which doesn’t make me happy, actually. (My “old man” just turned 62, by the way.)
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