Just stopped by for a drink.
And a bath, maybe.
SWMBO and I celebrated our Golden Wedding Anniversary recently and I did gift her with some flowers for our quiet marking of the day.
The chives we planted in a pot last year died out over the winter.
At least we thought they did.
But with very little encouragement from us they have returned and are growing like crazy.
Watch this space for more updates from the Taylor Family Gardens.
Here we go once again, embarking on a voyage of frivolity for you fans of the Friday Funscape.
Strap in, my friends, and get a tight grip on that cup of coffee or tea.
I say "awnt", you say "ant", let's call the whole thing off.
Well aren't I mellifluous and musical this morning?
All right, all right, I just know you don't want your day mucked up with alliteration this week.
So enjoy your FridaySaturdaySunday and always remember to keep laughing.
Here, kitty-kitty . . .
Thank you to all of you fine Gentle Readers who sent us congratulation messages yesterday on our Golden Anniversary.
And to questions and hopes that we celebrated properly, I show you this.
Judy's expertly-prepared Martini on the Rocks in a frosted glass.
Martinis are rare around here so when she calls for one (and makes it herself) you can be assured it's a special occasion.
As for dining, we supped on our delayed Easter Dinner.
That and a dessert of Tiramisu capped off a perfect day for two geezers who shun large gatherings and prefer each other's company.
Happy Days!
I said last evening that today was going to be a big day for us and I promised to tell you about it.
So here it is.
Today marks the one month anniversary of our second shots of the Moderna vaccine.
And as indicated by the errands and running around and haircut by yours truly yesterday our lives are beginning, slowly, to return to normal.
Oh I was careful.
I put on my mask whenever I had to deal with anyone face to face.
Except for when a young lady, masked in glittery blue, clipped my hair.
So today is a day of celebration for us.
Oh, and there's one other thing.
On April 7th, 1971, Judy and I were married in Indianapolis, Indiana.
Apparently it was a sure bet because the event came just 89 days after we first met.
I've been counting down the days for the past months and the pandemic has made that a bit of an uneasy process.
But as I said to her this morning, "We made it!"
Now, for the next fifty years . . .