Happy Birthday!

When did I reach the age that I have to do the math to figure out how old I am? This Friday, I think I will be forty-three. Wow.

I didn't bring up my birthday to whine about how old I am. I wanted to tell the world how good Kitten is to me. A couple of weeks ago, I was having a bad day at work and she said "would it help if I told you what I'm getting you for your birthday?" I hemmed and hawed. I didn't want to spoil anything. She said she had been dying to tell me and I know what that feels like so I said "Ok."

Saturday, she is driving me to Smashville to see the Preds play the Redwings! I love me a Nashville/Detroit hockey game. I immediately got excited and started asking about tickets. She put the brakes on my enthusiasm. "Wait, there is more!" Sunday, she is flying me from Nashville to St. Louis to see the Cards play San Diego! I swear that girl knows me. I couldn't ask for a better birthday. I did make her promise that while in St. Louis we would go to Charlie Gitto's downtown for some Italian eats. I can't wait for this weekend.