After the summer of his silent discontent, I sincerely hope my darlin' Curmudgeon has a lovely anniversary of his birth. And since my birthday advice always includes celebrating for at least a month, that should include the first steps at restoring his voice.

So far on his celebratory docket today there's hanging around a garage for a few hours while his old friend and former teaching colleague repairs his car's brakes and installs new tires. Then he can wait in line at Motor Vehicles to renew his driver's license and get an unflattering portrait taken.

THEN...he can meet me at Newick's on the bay for ten bucks off his B.D. dinner (probably of his favorite -- fried clams).

Happy birthday, my love! I hope we share many many more!

Linn