Today is my birthday.  My wife sent me a cake…she knows I love Reese’s peanut butter cups and Hershey bars, though I really don’t think 45 is all that old, do you?

Apart from being, uh, apart from my family it’s been a really good birthday.  In addition to [...]]]>

All my favorite candies around the border!

Today is my birthday.  My wife sent me a cake…she knows I love Reese’s peanut butter cups and Hershey bars, though I really don’t think 45 is all that old, do you?

Apart from being, uh, apart from my family it’s been a really good birthday.  In addition to the cake I got fabulous expressions of love from Louise (written in a different card this time) and the kids, letters, a drawing from my daughter showing her waiting at the airport for me, and the book “Horse Soldiers”.  It’s about Special Forces soldiers who rode into battle against the Taliban in 2001 and captured the city of Mazar-i-Sharif, Afghanistan.  Thanks to my nightly study of Afghanistan and its terrain I now know where that is.  Yes, I’m bragging.  Take that Ken Jennings!

It doesn't get any better than this.

My Scottish mother-in-law, having no clue about my penis size, sent me a batch of her divine homemade Scottish shortbread cookies.  Wait a minute…shortbread?  Hmmm…  They were carefully packaged and arrived in pristine condition.  I don’t ever recall her making these other than at Christmas so it’s a rare treat to have them now, like fresh corn in December in the northern hemisphere.  I’ve tried making these cookies and I’ve failed…you’d think sugar, flour, and butter wouldn’t be that hard to mix up but it is.  I shared some cookies with my coworkers at, uh, work, and they all raved about them.  Only one per customer though, except the woman who noticed I’d lost weight and asked if I was 29…she got 2 cookies.

Last night I was back on shift with my usual cohort (he having moved to swing shift for a couple of weeks) and the Stanley Cup finals were on TV live.  Just for my birthday, the Penguins defeated the Red Wings, tying the series at 2-2.

Shortbread on the top, the surviving snickerdoodles out of the last package from home on the bottom. In the time since this picture was taken, 20 minutes ago, the snickerdoodles have become extinct.

After work and a workout (fat never sleeps), three of us hit the bar for bingo (yes, at 10 am, no, we didn’t win anything) then on to the chow hall for pasta bar day.  Next to gyro bar day, pasta bar day is my favorite.

Tonight at work I’m having some ice cream and I’ll top the day off with a call to the family.  The Internet was misbehaving the other night so our webcam chat didn’t happen.

I don’t need a fancy party or gifts to have a great birthday, just some love…and sweets.  As a double bonus, since I work nights I sleep during the day, when I get up for work it will still be my birthday.  Two birthdays in one day…how cool is that?!

Wait…does that mean I’ll be 46?