Birthday Wish list

 

I have a birthday coming up fairly soon.

Donald always very sweetly asks what I might want, or where I might want to go.

Usually we will go out for dinner, occasionally we might take a trip.

It used to be that I would ask for jewelry, but I now feel as though I have a gracious plenty.  As much as I love pretty sparkly things, a gal can reach a limit.  That's not to say I'm not still tempted . . .

Pearls are always nice . . . 

Last year's birthday was a stay at home day.  Just like for most every one else.

Birthdays during COVID lack a little oomph, don't they?

And there's the fact that my birthday sometimes falls on Thanksgiving Day and the celebratory meal is going to be turkey. 

 Whoopie.

So.

Man, I am ready this year.  I'm busy making a list worthy of those old "Dear Santa" letters.

When asked "Honey, what would you like for your birthday?" I have a whole huge laundry load of wants.  😊 😉😉 (notice - that's a wink wink and all this is in pure fun.)

Flowers, of course -

Peonies by choice . . . 

Masses and masses (and masses) of peonies 

Candy -

Cake -

(with 73 candles, pretty please)

Ice cream -

Crab Cakes, pretty please - 

(No candles necessary)

Mimosas -

and Macarons -

What is a birthday without a new bottle of perfume?! -

And a Paris apartment -

This one looks cozy

Actually, and honestly, Donald Barley Honey,  if you're reading this - let's skip all these things and start saving our pennies for a return trip to Paris.  Maybe even next year.  Or the next . . .  

I look forward to having coffee in the mornings at The St. Regis.  

With my best guy.

But.

In the meantime, having coffee with you right here in Meat Camp suits me to a "T." 

Happy Birthday to me.