Turning 40

Yesterday was my 40th birthday.  So far, being 40 is EXCELLENT.  I highly recommend it.  I started the day with Andy bringing me fresh homemade bread & coffee for breakfast in bed--or that was the good start.  The REAL start to the day was a cold-nose-on-the-face wake-up call from Theo, but the bread made up for it. 

I got to spend the day sewing & knitting, which is always nice, and for dinner....

Andy had offered to take me out to celebrate, but after having been gone for a week, a nice quiet dinner at home sounded MUCH better.....especially when it involves Andy's homemade naan.

After dinner we had 3 rousing rounds of 13 Dead End Drive:

an incredibly silly board game we picked up for 75 cents on Thrift Shop Day, and spent a great hour on the patio enjoying one of the last warm-ish summer nights and blissfully trying to murder each other's characters.  Ah, true love. 

And, this is the proto-type for the birthday gift Andy is making for me:

A writing desk!  The real one will be in walnut, which is a truly beautiful wood, and it might have been done had Andy's band-saw not decided to develop motor issues.....which happened right about the time my sewing machine finally (after an 11-week saga) come home from the repair shop fully functioning, which makes us suspect that our hobby machines have some sort of union agreement going on here.  BUT, the prototype is still very exciting, and with a little sanding could be used until the real one is done.  Which might be right around the time I finally finish Andy's birthday sweater..........