Happy Birthday, to my fave guy

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In other news, it’s Jeff’s birthday today!! He’s twenty six, and for a week, he’s three years older than me. (Until I turn twenty four, next Wednesday.) Jeff’s my favorite guy, and I am happy it’s his birthday so I can talk about him. He’s funny, he’s spontaneous, he likes lists almost as much as I do, he CLEANS (can you imagine, a man who mops?), and he likes me OK. (Well ok, he likes me a lot. He loves me, in fact. It’s kind of sweet.)

Anyways, just wanted to say “Happy Birthday” to my fave guy, and that I’m glad you’re around. You’re pretty awesome. Hope you have a great day!

Also…

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…ever since Jeff got his new camera, I’ve been letting his photography speak for us both. Usually when I post, pictures are by me, but as of late, most are from him. So hats off to you, Mr. Hayford, for letting me use your photos of our life. Thank you for documenting so well.

Sunday is…

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Sunday is:

Sleeping in. Coffee. Looking in an empty fridge, because June = travel. Cereal. Cleaning the kitchen, first. straighten the house. New garage springs. No more nearly being squashed by the door. Biking to the hardest yoga session I’ve ever been too. Circle of abs. Biking to my hair cut. “Do you sleep on this side of your head? Have you been stressed?” A fortune-telling hairdresser. Helmet on: bike home. Lunch. Tuna, because once again – fridge = empty. Tennis with Jeff. Lots of sunscreen. Shower, a second call, to ask, “Are you SURE you don’t need us to bring anything?” They didn’t. Cricket’s to a wonderful party. Vodka-cran, burger. BBQ chicken wings. Friends, laughing. Birthday presents = a presidential dog puzzle = perfect. New kitchen pot holders. Bookends for Jeffrey. A perfect day. Laughing. Smiling. Continuation of Saturday. Same friends, different day. Perfect day.

Talk of the rest of the summer. How quickly it will go.

Next up? BBQ at home. Later, chickadees.