On the Natal Day of oakleycub

Ahh, here in Houston, having successfully driven 75mph most of the way home without getting a ticket. Lots of people this weekend, and good times, but they left me tired. That plus the fact I forgot to re-set the alarm clock has put me behind today. Oh well, everyone will get over the problem.

What can I tell you about my man. He takes care of a man increasingly unsure about himself. He makes me spinach pasta, knowing that I'm going to be a fussbudget about it, and even manages to get me to eat it. Amazing.

He certainly has been my strength when I think the world is going crazy. Knowing that his love is there, even if it's almost three hundred miles away fills me with a confidence I didn't have before. I wish I could be there today, for his special day, but he's at work (already) and I soon will be. Somethings just aren't in the stars.

I won't see him for about three weeks, and sadly we did get to go with Kenny and company to Fogo de Chao. Why don't they do lunch on weekends?

Here, courtesy of Alex (darke), is a picture phone snapshot of us over the weekend...see how Chris is grabbing my manboob chest?


Happy birthday Chris. I love you.