a tasty morsel

Friday was Brandon’s birthday. There are certain birthdays that people accept better than others. And for those that don’t take them well, it can be very difficult to be around them, let alone live with them. Which is why you should feel badly for Brandon. I don’t know how he’s doing it. This is a hard birthday for me. I’ve only got one year left of being in love with a man in his 20’s. Oh, the horror of it all!!!

And while the devastation of his youth slipping through my wrinkled fingers makes me want to hit the Ensure hard, there is one, and only one, thing that could recesitate this birthday - and my weakening heart: the electrifying power of Three Wolf Moon!! Awoool!! If you don’t know or doubt what I’m talking about, you must read the reviews of Amazon’s Three Wolf Moon t-shirt.

And thus, the best birthday cake in the history of all birthday cakes. Please turn off Jerry Springer, put in your teeth, stand, and remove your breathe if your horny cap for:

I can only imagine what this is doing for you right now. Soak it all in! Run, do not walk, (shoot, at this point you can probably fly!) to your nearest truck stop and just see if they don’t give you a bag of pork rinds and a Cherry Coke slushie for free. And then tell me if they do. You know how I love free stuff.

In the Gregory household yesterday -

Me (looking in the mirror noticing the wrinkles all over my shirt): Hon, can you please get the wrinkle remover for me?

Brandon (from upstairs): I don’t see it. Do you know where it is?

Me: Did you look in the laundry room?

Brandon: Oh no, I didn’t. Let me check there. (A minute later) Where is it?

Me: It’s not by the laundry stuff?

Brandon: Oh… that wrinkle remover!

Me: Wait… did you think I was talking about some kind of face cream?

Brandon: Yep.

And, that’s when you know you’re getting older.

For those of you that know our story well, you know that at the time we met - I lived in Kansas and Brandon lived in Florida. So how did we end up together? I think the answer is pretty obvious - at a concert in Ohio.

Every year our favorite band, Over the Rhine, puts on a show around Christmas at the Taft Theater in Cincinnati. Many of the band’s biggest fans (not literally) make the pilgramage. So on the 2nd weekend of December, 2004, that’s where we both happened to land. It was then that a friendship was born, which turned into a dating relationship, which turned into an engagement, which turned into a marriage - which somehow turned into 3 cats.

Though we’ve seen them many a time since (including our wedding… “Have I ever mentioned that they freaking came to our wedding?!!!” she asked sarcastically), we’ve not been back to Taft… until this year!!! The tickets are purchased, the hotel is reserved and the countdown is on!!!

Brandon’s been sick off and on for the past few weeks. I got a call the other day from him after going to the Minute Clinic (a very small clinic) at CVS.

Brandon: I just wanted to let you know that I went to the doctor, and they think it’s a lingering infection so they gave me another antibiotic.

Me: I’m glad to hear that.

Brandon: Also I bought a slider maker because it was only $25 and I thought it would make me feel better.

Me: A slider maker? Really? Did it make you feel better.

Brandon: Yes, and it will make you feel better too, and you’re not even sick.

Me: I can only imagine how awesome I’ll feel then. Thanks for taking care of me.

Brandon: Yes, well you’re welcome.