Monday Night. September. 2010.

My bike, she wants to ride. 

I intended to ride my bike to the store tonight (Brant needs hydrogen peroxide for an infected fingernail, I need Zevia to feed my latest obsession) but lo, I cannot find my keyring with my bike lock key.

I walked the dogs instead. We are trying to get them used to walking through crowds, by other dogs, etc so that when we get to Maui, they can hopefully just be chill and walk if our neighborhood happens to be more populated than the one we live in here. We don't need them pulling on their leashes, lunging at tourists.

Tomorrow is Brant's birthday. He is going to be 36. What an old fart! If you are reading this, babe, I love you - but man you are getting old! Just a second ago I could swear we were both in our early twenties. We were young and hot and had bodies that didn't creak when we walked or bent over.  Of course we were also both really, really stupid. And just had no idea. About anything.

I'll take you at 36 any day, babe. You just keep getting better and better. I couldn't ask for a better husband, best friend, or soul-mate.  Happy Birthday love!