Happy Happy

Today the better-half turns 38. He’s an old, old man now.

I’m not sure I’ll be able to compete with the excitement of his day so far–digging two post holes and getting a delivery of concrete, but I hope that he’ll enjoy dinner out. We’re going here.

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3 Responses to Happy Happy

  1. frog II says:

    To me, it’s a toss up between the Veal cheeks and the Halibut. Definitely the clams to start and not the Pate of Peter Rabbit.

    And I’m thinking the soup was a bean and mystery meat deal, which sounds good right about now.

  2. Liz says:

    38 is an old, old man? Now I really feel like an old woman! Happy Birthday!

  3. Thank you very much… there’s a time between April and June when we’re both the same (round number) age… that’s when all these ‘old’ comments come back to roost. And I suspect that’s one of the reasons why there’s such joy at my advanced age once June 21st rolls around…

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