A Love Story
At the end of a busy day, a man and his wife were sitting at home on the veranda in the quiet of twilight.
As the sun slowly sank below the mountains, he broke the comfortable silence saying, "I love you."
She asked, "Is that you or the beer talking?"He replied, "It's me. I'm talking to the beer."
I failed to do my annual "Happy Birthday, Daddy!" post yesterday. My daddy turned 68 years young. We actually went to dinner on Sunday to celebrate with the whole gang (including Stud' NEW GIRLFRIEND! More on that later...). We then got together for cake last night at my parents'. The original plan was to do cake on Sunday, after we left the restaurant, but we had to nix those plans thanks to some plumbing problems I've been having in the basement. (Again, that's another post all together.) As a matter of fact, the plumber is down there right now, for Day 3 of working on this problem. I'm trying not to dwell on ANY negativity while on break, so that's why I'm saving it for it's own post.
Since I have some free time, I may just scout around for some pictures of my daddy that I haven't posted before. Maybe I'll dig out my wedding album. There's some cute pictures of us in there. In the meantime, here's one of my favorite pictures of my daddy and Stud, that I've posted several times before.How cute are these two!?