So, it has just become Kip’s Birthday.

He’s already in bed, asleep with the cats. I think the very idea of turning 35 has exhausted him.

Those who are so inclined as to send Birthday greetings to Kip, please do. I am sure it would both please and embarrass him. And when he gets embarrassed he blushes to the tip of his ears.

I first got to see this when I first celebrated his birthday with him all these many moons ago. We were at some restaurant in Northampton MA whose name I forget. All I did was ask the waiter to bring some dessert out with a flaming candle. Flustered Kip for pretty much the rest of the evening. It was really quite cute.

Happy Birthday, love.

And don’t even think about waking me up with mock annoyance when you see this post. Or no pressies for you! And for god’s sake, pick a restaurant already or I’m taking you to McDonald’s!