|‘Cloud Gate’ sculpture by Kapoor; Chicago; commonly referred to as ‘The Bean’
Today is my husband’s birthday. Congratulations, Honey! Actually, I’d rather bite my tongue, than call him Honey or similar. I could try Pumpkin. I quite like Pulp Fiction. Celebrating his birthday with or without terms of endearment, wasn’t endearingly warm and fuzzy, though, since we currently live in separate countries.
I placed Bivo as a stand-in and put the champagne in easy reach. This bottle of 1980 Veuve Clicquot Ponsardin, a special edition for the 1986 Texas Sesquicentennial Independence Celebration, is just a prop, we won’t ever open it. Bivo’s birthday crown and the other paper flowers were first created by my sister Diana for another birthday several years ago. The handsome Green Bay Packers candle was a recent purchase at, of all places, a Texas flee market. We always have a birthday candle, it’s long been a family tradition. There were two little presents also. A manly beer bottle cozy in fake ostrich hide by It’s a Diva! and the ‘Frontier Gambling’ historical account of gambling in the Old West by our very own Kerrville author G. R. Williamson, who signed this volume for Barry.
Thanks to this marvelous technology, we could virtually celebrate together. And trust me, that’s a whole lot better, than not sharing a birthday at all!
Many happy returns, Pumpkin ♡