It was a quiet start to the
day. I like Sundays where the bed covers
are warm, the coffee and muffin are hot, and CBS Sunday Morning is more
distracting than the book I am reading.
When the sun came out, we headed out into the blue skies to run an
errand or two.
Got my hair cut. Got his hair trimmed. That was most important. It was his 30th Birthday, you see.
We stopped at the Holiday
Store. I was hoping we could find some
blue or turquoise teardrops…they call them finials. I broke one of our 1950’s finials last
year. Nope. No replacements. Laughing, we bought a small blue and silver
ray gun.
We napped, we ate Mexican…which
perhaps wasn’t the best social choice, and daughter Margot joined us. Should have dragged her to dinner too. Off we went to the church on top of Mount
Soledad where G was the chief speaker in his Frank Lloyd Wright tie.
It was a very good Sunday.
Glad you had such an enjoyable day.
ReplyDeleteIt was a good day!
ReplyDeleteSo even if you make it 30 years they still expect to stand up and toot your horn. I guess it inspires and is a way to bust buttons. Tell him he doesn't look a day over 29 ;-)
ReplyDeleteCongratulations to G from David. D picked up number 34 last Sunday. Feeling much better, I hope.
ReplyDelete"I like Sundays where the bed covers are warm, the coffee and muffin are hot ... "
ReplyDeleteSo ... you call your husband Muffin, or is it Hot Muffin? :) ;)
Sounds like a grand day.
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