I woke up in bed with a 40-year old man today. Don't worry, it was Scott. When we first met he was 24. Insert cliche about the passage of time here.
So, what do you do for the man who doesn't want a big party or like attention? You take him to see
Jim Gaffigan ("Four kids? That's one way to live your life.") and you bake him a
pake. Ever since Angry Chicken posted about this I've been obsessed. Instead of the cherry/chocolate combination, I'm doing a small dairy-free apple pie baked in yellow cake with vanilla frosting. I can't wait to see how it turns out.
We've been talking about getting older and how fast time goes. The other night at dinner, "In My Life" came on, and I said, "This is one of those songs that I thought I got as a teenager but really makes me weepy now. '
Landslide' is another one." THE VERY NEXT SONG was "Landslide." Scott: "Wow, Pandora's getting a little too on the nose." Me: "What channel did you select? Morose Songs That Make Sarah Cry?"
Happy birthday, Honey. I'm so glad to be going through life with you.