Jim's birthday is Sunday. If you get a moment, pop by sometime between now and Sunday to wish him the best in the comments? He'll be 57. That means I have three years to plan a big ol' party for his 60th. (But I should probably start now!)
He's had a rough year. He's stressed and worried. He had an ultrasound just after Christmas, but we are so thankful that there is nothing to worry about there. His cousin Bill died. We had a very stressful trip to Laramie, Wyoming, for the funeral. (Stressful 'cause we had to take his mean ol' aunt. She was a pain-in-the-butt.) He's worried about the country and its leaders and what they are working on and the lies and misstatements that go with it.
Let's just say his brain is full.
Bob will be visiting in mid-February, so we hope to be able to get an update on him and a photo.
For those of you wondering when Jim will post the purple thong dance. . . it really is coming! But with all that Jim's had going on? Well, it just is taking him a little longer to get all his tasks done.
He shaved his front one day in October when I was at work, so there are no photos. And just when I thought the little poke-y hairs that grew back were starting to take their former places on his body a settle down, he thinks he should shave again so that he can post the photos.
I have to tell you. . . those hairs on his chest are SO poke-y when they are growing back in. I'm totally NOT looking forward to that again. Ugh. Every hug or snuggle hurts. Then again, that's nothing compared to all Bob has to deal with, right? And I *am* grateful. Just a little grumbly. My apologies.
So, anyway. . .
Cheers to Jim! You are the best-est friend I ever had, and I'm so glad you are so good to me and you're the best of doggie-daddie's, too. . I love you to BITS! xxoo