Celebration for Steve. It's his 57th, or was on August 23rd, but I was in Vermont and he was eating cake in Manhattan with his family that night, so we had a belated celebration tonight. Birthdays are very low key around here these days, centering mostly on the epic meal and some form of harassment. Jon and I made sushi per Steve's request and a blueberry cake thing with . . . yes, but ONLY because it's his special day. . .chocolate ice cream. (That's just wrong) We then waddled to our respective corners and our respective books to wait for it to get late enough for bedtime. Boy can we party (this working for a living thing. . . certainly puts a cramp in the nightlife)
(This picture is from our travels this summer, I t!hink in the Northern Sierra, when I took it a few weeks before the birthday) Happy Birthday Steve. Enjoy the cake because we're going on a diet.*
*A few days ago I had a followup for some tests I'd had in August. It's fine- no cause for a freak out, but apparently I have fat infiltration of my liver. And I was told in no uncertain terms by the rather rotund, as in oompahloompah shaped, doctor that I needed to lose weight for the sake of my liver. I asked him how HIS liver was. Bleah. Time to go peel some carrots and trim some celery stalks.
Bleah. Sea Lion. Sea Lion.
(This picture is from our travels this summer, I t!hink in the Northern Sierra, when I took it a few weeks before the birthday) Happy Birthday Steve. Enjoy the cake because we're going on a diet.*
*A few days ago I had a followup for some tests I'd had in August. It's fine- no cause for a freak out, but apparently I have fat infiltration of my liver. And I was told in no uncertain terms by the rather rotund, as in oompahloompah shaped, doctor that I needed to lose weight for the sake of my liver. I asked him how HIS liver was. Bleah. Time to go peel some carrots and trim some celery stalks.
Bleah. Sea Lion. Sea Lion.
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