This birthday is extra fun, because I'm sharing it with Ruth, who most likely was born Sometime in March. (I also share it with my father-in-law, as I've done every year.)
Ruth is now 2 in dog years. That equals 14 in people years.
Relying on the Chap's most excellent knowledge of mathematics, we determined that in dog years I am between 6 and 7.
Ruth wonders, "Is this my gift bag, or hers?"
This morning over breakfast I opened cards and gifts from my spouse and my parents and Ruth and Lola.
My dear mother, whose sense of humour can be a bit too rich, sent me this photo scan.
Proof that I was destined to serve on the state Fish & Game Committee. And that my affinity for mountains and lakes is nothing new.
This morning Liane Hansen of NPR woke me by announcing that this is the one day of the entire year that also expresses a command:
And so I shall. The celebrations continue....