Why I Love My Life

I started thinking about this last week when I came home from work rather exhausted. Papa M was cooking something that smelled delicious and said, "There's a wine tasting downstairs and you're invited. " He then suggested that I should go down to the C&B and taste some amazing Austrian wine while chatting with the winemaker while M finished making dinner. This is not an unusual welcome home.

On Sunday we three went out for brunch to my favorite place, which you see in the photo here. Note the plates of lovely food and the content looks on our faces. Rosebud was enjoying the Ace Burger, which was named after one of her best buddies. I had an egg sandwich with avocado (hello, Librarian), pico de gallo relish and chipotle mayo, a side of yukon gold potatoes, and a pint of Bells' Winter White. Papa M had the self-explanatory Bad Breath Burger.

The whole scene was very entertaining, including the table behind us of loud, happy goth hairdressers having breakfast cocktails and playing the game of Life. One of them was adorably stretched out in the booth having a little nap. The table on the other side was a dashing, mischievous-looking Guy Table. There were about six fellas and a big bag of golf clubs. One guy came to be called (by us) Da Vinci because of his wild beard; he was seated next to the shaggy guy in the cowboy hat who was yacking in a lively manner with The Indian Grad Student. Later, as they waited for the check to be settled, a couple of them went out to take a few practice swings with the clubs outside the window nearest to us. This is my typical life and I love it.

Thanks to everyone for the grand birthday wishes and for being part of this wonderful, happy life I live.

And sorry I'm so behind in my blog!