Happy Birthday, Rambi!
I can't think of anything clever to say (you're the clever one!), so let me be sincere. The world is a better place because you're here, and we're all very lucky to know you.
Hmm. I celebrated today, which is coincidentally also President's day, by sleeping in, until noon. Was awakened by Chris bearing two cups of French roast coffee made in my new French press coffee machine.
Potzed around the house for a few hours and then went to the Container Store to buy more organizing gadgets. I am the world's least organized person but probably have the world's largest collection of organizing gadgets. Today I bought a new pot ceiling hanger for the smaller pots, more refrigerator magnets, and another crock for kitchen utensils.
While I was fiddling around, Chris took Nick to the new Wegmann's, where he bought (among other things) a single pack of spurkey, which is turkey Spam, or maybe Spam turkey. It is on a one slice-sized aseptic container. He likes to cook his own breakfast, and plans to have spurkey and eggs tomorrow.
I do not recommend spurkey for the Rambi birthday party.
Coffee in bed, however, is one of life's special pleasures. I wish you coffee in bed.
A couple of days ago, while hauling an elderly client around (the one who wants to go to Scotland) I stopped at a Starbucks for a vente latte and a scone, which I pronounced so that it rhymed with "stone." My client, who may be senile but isn't stupid, commented with a query as to why Americans insisted on "calling a scone a scone."
I wish you scawns to go with your coffee in bed.
And many happy returns, whatever that means. |
