It’s my birthday today. I turn the big 36 (my age, not my bra size… oh, wait a minute… whoa! how often does that happen?!).  I was going to ask Keen to guest post (because I do feel a little silly saying happy birthday to myself), and
he would have said “yes”… but then he
would never have gotten around to writing anything.  (It’s OK, honey, I still love you, and I know writing isn’t your forte. And you can shop with the best of them.)  So instead, I’m just going to
post a pic of my other favorite guy.


Ice cream face. You make every day a celebration, kiddo.            – wg