It's My Birthday Month
Well, I'm officially 40. Thursday was the big day, and I wasn't prepared for the pressure of finding something crazy stupid to do to mark the end of my youth, and the beginning of the quilting years. I chose going to PV to the tidepools. And I chose to go too late; the tide was high, and the stairs were too long and steep to take down the Pifferman(our intrepid hound. AKA Piff, Schultzie, Piffy von Piff Pants, pork chop, Plan B, and-my fave-Muscle Butticus, so dubbed by his goddogmom Liz. She dies I get Sanchez, her evil mastermind of a fluffy cat who is planning world domination of all humans; Me and Scott die, she gets Piff, and tons of walkies duty). So, we let Piff enjoy freaking out over all the squirrels in the grass. It was truly a beautiful day outside. Warm, windy, and the ocean is just infinite and amazing. I was fine without scrabbling over wet rocks to peer at some petrified crab hiding in the crack in a rock. We decided to head back home. Scott offered to cook my...