Happy Birthday to Me

It's remarkable how time really does move faster when you're a grown-up.  Eventually you also realize that the world doesn't stop to honor another year of your presence on this earth.  Honestly, I barely have the time to stop and notice.  The husband remembered it, so kudos to him.

I guess it's a good sign that I wouldn't know what to put on a birthday list if anybody had asked me to make one.  Eventually I came up with something I really wanted so Dave could get it for me.  We went out for dinner, which is enough party for me.

Unfortunately, the house is still falling apart, or being actively destroyed by kitchen appliances from hell.  But that's another story, shortly to follow.

Dave keeps saying he'll post someday and reclaim his half of this blog.  We'll see if circumstances ever give him the time.

Justin Case

This is Justin Case.  He's been a friend of mine for a long time.  He reminds us to charge our phones, pack a snack, fill the gas tank, check the mail, take our vitamins, lock our windows, unplug the computers during rainstorms.

I invited Justin to come live on our refrigerator for a while so that David could get to know him better.  There was a time when David couldn't hear Justin reminding him to pack his homework the night before, or to put the keys in a predictable and consistent location.  Happily, the two of them are communicating much better now.

Justin has an old girlfriend.  Her name is Karma.  You only meet her if you don't listen to Justin in the first place.

Truck Guy

This post is simply about Truck Guy.  We met him today, and spent more time behind him than we ever cared to.

Truck Guy drives a grey working Sierra.  Apparently he thinks the entry of the Taco Bell drive-through is a great place to park and meditate, never mind that other hopeful Taco Bell patrons (us) were then stuck with the trunk of our car stuck out into hordes of oncoming traffic.  Eventually Truck Guy joined the rest of the line and let us in off the street.  It was a long line.  Truck Guy apparently didn't realize when it was his turn, didn't know what he wanted, or started meditating again.  I almost honked at a human being for the first time in my driving career, but even then it seemed rude.  Truck Guy woke up or made up his mind eventually and placed his order.  It must have been complicated.  By the time we made it to the window we thought he might decided to go ahead a scarf his food right there in the truck.  Thankfully, that was not so.

I don't know when or if we will meet Truck Guy again.  Hopefully we won't be in a hurry.