This morning the Ty-man awoke to the final year of his 30s. Wearing his "Don't Mess With Texas" t-shirt and looking generally disgusted to not be sleeping in on the anniversary of his birth, he smiled as each of our kids wished him very enthusiastic happy birthday wishes. I'm sure when he blows out his candles later today, he'll be dreaming of a conservative America full of shining, happy people. That or a 2012 Corvette C7.
For two whole days, I'm married to an older man. A slightly older disgruntled, yet content, Republican who was recently named the President of his family's company.
Ruffles and Flourishes, people, with a little Hail to the Chief mixed in for good measure.
Happy 39th birthday, my love!