Good Morning Gentle Readers,
Ten years ago my son and I went to dinner together, man to man, for the first time and he asked, If it's Katie's birthday, where's her birthday hat at? We smuggled decent food into the maternity ward so's his mother wouldn't suffer the vapors.
Happens also to be Mexican Independence Day, sorry, no matter how many tequila shooters you did last spring, Cinco de Mayo just isn't Mexican Independence Day.
It's also Charlie Byrd's birthday. Not Charlie (Byrd) Parker, sax guy. Charlie Byrd, jazz guitar guy.
And BB King is like a hundred years old this morning.
Katie fave, the Jonas Brothers Nick Jonas' birthday is today, too. Did I get that sentence to work right? Grammar Nazi's?
Best of all, at zero-dark-thirty ten years ago, The House Blond made her first appearance and has been moving at light speed since.
It went something like this.....
Slumped on an old off-white squishy sofa in front of a crackling fire on a chilly, windy Sunday evening, glass of Cabernet in hand (duh), TWC observed that it was a pretty good life here at the Casa.
Mrs TWC, with exceptional timing and a wry smile said, let me tell you something else about your life (here at the Casa).
Until the ultrasound was dubbed onto tape (missing that handy little gadget), I was convinced there would be a brother for Jake.
She's my Renaissance Girl and I'm pretty sure she's got the Academic Achievement Award every trimester since the very beginnings of her school career. Then again, her father is biased, but parts is parts. No disputing that.
A tip of the glass to Lauren, who is also putting candles on her cake today.