Yesterday we celebrated the birthday of the resident woodsman, pyromaniac, bread-baker, gardener, teacher, and theologian (and how we squeezed all those clumsy characters into this little house is a mystery to me), and I reminded him that in two years I'll be married to a 50-year-old man.
"Really?" he said. "Anyone I know?"
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Happy Belated Birthday to your favorite breadbaker (and mine)! :-)
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