OK this was a well-filled day, as we celebrated 3 birthdays and a wedding anniversary. The younger daughter was 38 on the 4th, and the eldest was 41 on the 8th, the son-in-law turned 38 on the 14th, and I have been in wedded bliss with Mrs. the Poet for 41 years tomorrow. And for those of you doing the math, I found out Mrs. the Poet was pregnant when she called me from the hospital to tell me she was going to miss our dinner date because she gave birth to our son. Y B Normal?
In other news, I have a trip to the Whataburger tomorrow to get Mrs. the Poet a Mushroom Swiss Whataburger while I get my usual Bacon Cheese Jalapeño Whataburger and use the coupon deal to make Mrs. the Poet’s burger free. Because she wants a Mushroom Swiss Whataburger and it’s our actual anniversary date. Forty-one years ago tomorrow I told her “This is your last chance to get away” and she didn’t take it and she’s been stuck with me ever since. So I try to be nice to her every now and then.
Witch on a Bicycle 