YET ANOTHER TRIP AROUND THE SUN

She Who Must Be Obeyed.

Yes, today marks the completion of another Orbital Voyage for She Who Must Be Obeyed.

We’ll celebrate quietly, the two of us. The Mistress of Sarcasm and her boyfriend Mickey will head out in their separate directions today – he to his Ancestral Home in Arkansas, she back to Savannah – leaving us to observe the Sacred Day by ourselves. (Although the Mistress is thinking about hanging around for another day, which is fine with us.)

Last Saturday evening, we got together with a few friends to celebrate the Missus’s birthday (and to inaugurate Gary’s new deck, built with almost four months worth of sweat equity). And last night, we went with the Mistress and Mickey over to Badayori, where we packed our collective faces with all-you-can-eat sushi and related foodstuffs. So there has been plenty of Birthday-Related Jollity already.

Some people dread birthdays, but SWMBO and I love ’em. Each birthday means we’ve survived another year. Still walking the planet, still warm and vertical, still taking up oxygen. These are good things.

And every year I’ve known her – it’ll be 30 come year-end – she is more beautiful to me.

Neither of us are fresh-faced twenty-somethings any more, but that Don’t Mean Shit. What matters is that when I look in her eyes, I still see the same sparkle I saw when we first met. She still makes me feel like a Randy Teenager, and we make each other laugh.

“Bis Hundert-Tzvantzik Yoor” – ’til one hundred twenty years, darling, and may I be privileged to enjoy ’em with you. Happy Birthday!