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In all of the excitement of last week....

of my sweet DW turning 29 again. It seems that one furry little rodent has tried to forget the pending doom of another Birthday in the woodland creature house. But thanks to friends in the blogging world, not going to happen.

1st Birthday in a new house, job, and stage of my life. Just how does that change anything that is going on or the point of view at which you look at things in your life? The answer....it does not change a thing! Who has time to contemplate life, the universe, and everything? We all know that the answer is 42 and I good with that.

Thank you to my littlest rodent for making me breakfast today. I had a very nice omelet with toast. And the omelet was fluffy just the way it should be.

I have Rogue Hazelnut spiced Rum, and Tequila if I should decide that I want to celebrate with a little drink later tonight.

Birthday plans for the weekend. I will be working in the yard all day Saturday on the drip system for watering the plants. And Sunday, mow the lawn, pull weeds, and general yard work. Am I the party rodent or what?


Update: Please note that I'm over the age of 42. But, just like ladies holding onto 29. I'm going with 42.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Happy Birthday! A mere 42, I can still remmber being that young!

DG
10:47 AM
Me said…
Sounds like you 'party' just like the rest of us! LOL.

:)
12:36 PM
Anonymous said…
Oh, that's why we had 33 ozs of Brutal on Friday.

I'm a wee bit slow now a days, lack of sleep and Desitin overdose.

Silly Squirrel.
7:49 PM
Kelsgarden said…
stop being all melodramatic - geesh ;)
12:26 PM
Doug Cloud said…
You're over 42 and your wife is 29? Man, you don't need any birthday presents (lol).
12:29 AM
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