Today my husband isn't very pleased with me for deleting the blog, because he didn't get to read it. He says I shouldn't do that. He strongly feels that my blogs are my honest feelings, they belong to me, and that guilt shouldn't have such power over me. So, this morning I'm sitting here regretting the deletion. Oh, well, it's a good lesson for me. Seems no matter how old I get, experience still has me sitting in the front row of its classroom.
Onto a happier note, we celebrated my hubby's birthday yesterday in fine fashion. We left home about 8 o'clock in the morning and returned home about that time in the evening. The main event was a Christmas tour of a famous mansion dolled up in its holiday finery. We packed our day with one fun thing after another, until we parked our car in the driveway. We couldn't help but laugh cuz both of us were groaning as we got out of the car, every muscle in our bodies protesting their overuse. We laughed at our physical exhaustion, wondering what we'll feel like five years from now!
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|Outside a Store|