Happy Birthday to my dear Tito.

Or Feliz Cumpleanos, I should say. FINALLY my husband and I are the same age so he can no longer tease me about rocking the cradle.

We may or may not (this time let's just assume "may not") have eaten almost an entire Butterfinger ice cream pie.

By ourselves. In the space of two days.

Hey! We would have shared it with the kids. But we don't have any.

And the highlight of the week....

The other day I went to the bathroom. Nothing out of the ordinary. When I came back, I found that this little gem was my new desktop background......

Thank you, husband.

And like all good stories.... We'll start with "Once upon a time..."

Once upon a time a boy and girl got married. I guess they were in love or something. Anyway, they moved to Logan into a nice little apartment and that is where our story begins.

And as I write this very first post on our very first blog, I am quite shocked with myself. Because... I'm pretty sure I told myself I would never become someone who "blogs." As Seinfeld would say, "Not that there's anything wrong with that." I just didn't really think I was the type. (Yes, in my mind, there was a type.)

But then I remembered that there are, in fact, a number of blogs that I thoroughly enjoy reading and keeping up with. Ones that don't blog like "the type" do. With that thought in mind and a little nudge from my husband to try out my writing skills for all to see, I started a blog. So...

I. am. a. blogger. (Not that there's anything wrong with that...)