Bapppy Hirphbay to mi!

Today, gentle reader, is my 43rd birthday, and I’m not ashamed to say it. Since we live in a dry county, taking me to dinner tonight would be pointless because I couldn’t get the margarita so necessary to accompany the chicken stuffed ahuacato that’s the Thing to Eat at the Restaurant of My Choice. So, we went last night, and the ahuacato was married to a duo of tasty margaritas, when this mariachi band came up behind me, oh so quietly (I noticed people around snickering, but knew not why, they were that quiet), and slapped a sombrero the size of Rhode Island on my head and sang Happy Birthday. Sometime during the hysteria someone put a tequila shooter in front of me, so there was that on top of the 2 margaritas. Sweet Daddio said I had that very careful, deliberate gait of the self-concious drunk as we left the restaurant, but it wasn’t my fault, I didn’t anticipate the shooter.

We spent yesterday at the Savannah Scottish Games, I got tons of pictures and a couple of videos. I’ll post about all that later. Lemme say this…whoever decided to hold those games where they held them, should be awarded something nice, or held up as an example or something. On the banks of the Moon River, with a hundred huge live-oak trees giving shade and a closed campus so you feel secure letting your 9 yr old run amuck. It was very, very good.