Happy Birthday. . .Bark Bark!

I officially sound like a barking seal. The "crud" has settled into my chest. Insert whatever joke you find necessary.

Today is my sweet husband's birthday. After enduring a long day at work, he came home, helped with transition so I could get to church and prepare for orchestra practice (he fed the kids). Then, he dutifully came to practice, ran copies when I ran short, and participated in one of the LONGEST rehearsals I swear we've ever had.

He then came home to six extra people in the house--gathered to celebrate his birthday. We ate cake. (yum) He opened gifts. I think I surprised him with a Donald Fagen Trilogy set of CDs. After helping corral kids to bed, he sat down long enough to take a breather, and Caroline started crying.

Once he got her back down, he checked his e-mail, and set off for Kroger or Food City. I am seriously barking like a seal. He's gone to get me Vicks Vapo-Rub. Yeah, I'm gonna smell suh-weet for him on his special day.

Hopefully, when he gets home, he'll be able to put his feet up. But knowing him. . .





he won't do it.

I love you, Mark. I hope your birthday didn't totally suck!