Birthday Suit

Thanks for all the birthday wish from those of you who actually care. It was a wonderful birthday in an I'm-getting-old-enough-to-care-less-and-less-about-birthdays way. That sounds like it sucked, huh? Well, it didn't. Marigold and I just didn't do much. No Chucky Cheese this year. Butt the worldwide outpouring of sentiment was indeed wonderful. Also, I don't want to poo-poo the other gifts I received, but the new digital camera is, like wow, primo, unreal man. Now I don't have to share with Marigold, and you will see France in 5.0 Mega pixels. Also, I am lucky enough to have Mirabella and Abram (and their parents) visit me. Could a boy ask for more? Maybe, but I'm a man. A real man. With feelings. Sometimes.

Mira (4.75 years aged) and Bram (1.75 years aged) arrived last night around one A.M. and got right into the running and jumping and screaming and grabbing cat. Poor Lolita and Babs now have to find good hiding spots for the whole weekend.

I can hardly believe that I will leave for France in a month. I am uber excited about it all. I think that it will be a life changing experience. Or at the very least I will learn to be a snob. Either way I can’t lose! It will be difficult to leave Marigold for ten weeks, especially for her, but she will always have work. Bury yourself in your job, I always say. Besides I can’t feel too sorry for her, like Daddy says, “Don’t let your wife get in the way of your life! Now, get me a Blue Ribbon!”