Today is my fifty-ninth birthday. Next year I will be the big 6-0. As I’ve gotten older, birthdays have definitely become less of a thing than when I was younger. It’s been nice. We grilled brats, had some pasta salad, some baked beans, some chips, and my Queen made a butterscotch cake from scratch. My Robin can throw down some serious baking! I think I’ve had, like, three slices today. So delicious!
But then, to top it all off, my beautiful bride got me an awesome birthday present. I have been working on creating a garden plot, and we have a deck full of flowers, herbs and plants. I was on Facebook awhile back and got a chuckle at an ad the algorithm put into my timeline. She actually found the item and got it for me for my birthday. The Great Garden Gnome Massacre.
Yes. That is a T-rex attacking and devouring some garden gnomes! T-rex has one ready to go down his gullet, he has the next two in his tiny little arms, he has one pinned under his foot, and one poor schlub is clinging to the back spines that the T-rex most probably didn’t really have. For anyone that has a problem with that, he’s destroying frickin’ gnomes, so…
So yeah, my 59th birthday ended up being awesome! Robin can alter the climate, she can shatter the world with a thought, but MAN, can she pick presents! She is sitting next to me as I write this, shaking her head at my excitement. All that’s left is to find the right place for this. And maybe finish out my collection with the the other pieces.
But I’ll have to keep my eyes on the local raccoons. They are definitely up to something…
Meditations of a Bald, Fat Guy 