Happy B Day!

It's B's birthday. We celebrated. A fine dinner was had by both. He had steak. Typical of him. But then, I know better than to try to convince him to eat anything else. Salad? Vegetables?!?

I know what he'll say. He gives me this look:

And says, "Are you stupid, woman?" I know, I know. But he made me bites and I must say, fucking good. Mm, meat.

And on that note, thumbs right back up to the guy in the next car over at the left turn signal. Yeah buddy, tell your friends at work tomorrow. My back (read: ass) was to him, so I didn't see it, but B told me that he was more than enthusiastic.

And I'm not even close to done yet.

Last year in the 20s for him. Gotta make it unforgettable. Grin.