My better half of 22+ years is a very young 46 today. She’s young because she has to stay on her toes and keep moving in order to keep track of the four boys in her life; Ben, Brad, Baxter, and hubby. I now know why they say that women live longer than men. It’s because they are in so much better shape after chasing after our shenanigans for so many years. She is such a wonderful person that sometimes I wish I could be her…except I don’t look very good in a dress.
If you’d like, you can post nice birthday wishes here or email them to maryedwards at verizon.nett.
Happy birthday, honey. You have all my love!
Your humble servant,
Bubba
The picture is of Mary holding Christine, our new niece from Guatemala.
Happy birthday. I hope you feel fortunate being married to a guy as remarkable as Bruce. I hope you feel that way two years from now when you will have been married to him half of your life. You will then indeed be his better half.
Edit: You look very nice in a dress Bruce. Certainly better than without one.
And since we are talking about you, I have a question for you. Bruce is one of the nicest people I know online. I met him briefly in person and couldn’t find anything wrong with him. My question (actually 2): Is he that nice all the time and don’t you ever just want to hit him?
It would take a guy with Bruce’s integrity to let a Freudian slip like that go by without chastising you for it. It would take a guy like me with no scruples to notice it.
It was no Freudian slip! Thank you, Bruce for knowing exactly what I meant.
I even spelled it correctly!
Pasties are a Yooper favorite. For those of you who are thinking of sleaze, please rather think potatoes, rutabega, onions, sal,t pepper and ground beef baked in a tender crust.
I didn’t even get what you meant until someone gave me bad rep.
I have the bumper sticker in the picture below on my file cabinet. It’s on my file cabinet because I didn’t think it would fly here in Illinois posted on my vehicle next to my Christian fish symbol. It would probably raise some eyebrows, don’t 'cha think?