happy birthday, husband
us at knob hill tavern, originally uploaded by rightbug?.
isn’t he sweet—i said smile and got this lovely grimace. 55-years-old today and still working his ass off to take care of me. we celebrated in our usual rowdy fashion: he went to the scout meeting and i napped. sister sent over some lovely purple moccasins; i gave him 3 same-style shirts in different colors. the kids called. we munched leftovers. it’s a wonderful life and i hope it goes on forever.
with all of the holidaze and traveling, i’ve not gotten back to my new-style blogging. today should have been book club day, but i’ve not actually read a book per se. i have been perusing a lot of magazines, however. both the thanksgiving and christmas copies of southern living and country living have been studied for decorating ideas; the atlantic had some fine articles—one on genetics that had me looking up words. biblical archeological review was a winner from cover to cover. i’m headed to the library tomorrow, so i’ll try to be back in the swing of things next week.
in the meantime, celebrate.







