It’s Husband’s birthday next week. And because I love him so much and he works so hard and really deserves it, I got him exactly what I really he wants. A night away alone with me! Mother-in-law extraordinaire and spoil-them-rotten brother-in-law (whom my kids, of course, adore) are moving in and off Husband and I shall go. To walk the picturesque New England coastline and sleep in and eat an award-winning dinner and sleep in and snuggle up together and sleep in and drink martinis (his rocks, mine up) and, oh yeah….sleep in.
And, it’s going to be 70 degrees and sunny. Can’t beat that.
Happy Birthday to me You!
p.s. A hearty welcome to my new readers from Ohio. All nine million and sixty-two of you (holy cow). Hope you’ll stay a while.
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