Yesterday was my honey's birthday and the celebration continues tonight with a gathering of the Usual Suspects at our casa. I worked my keister off until 11 last night dragging dirt around as I overhauled our back yard, rocking out  to Led Zeppelin, replanting what winter killed off,  and working arduously to evict Sanford and his Son from the premises. Neither Sanford nor his Son seemed to want to leave and I kept running into them in various places throughout the yard after I thought they had already left, necessitating repeated evictions anew. I am pretty sure it was The Dogs who invited Sanford and Son to roost back there in the first place.

With this in mind, I am seriously considering  erecting some sort of louvered screen with a small archway behind the seating area in our yard and labeling the area behind the screen Dog Land and calling it a damned day. With five (yes, I know, I know)  dogs, the inmates are pretty much running the asylum anyway, so I might as well just give them their own real estate.

Birthday Boy has asked for a menu of roast beef (he is cooking this himself. Bad Wife), buttermilk battered fried shrimp, and  fried oyster poor boys. The Usual Suspects are contributing side dishes to the affair and I am making a big chocolate birthday cake so it will be another fabulous night with the people Andrew and I enjoy most in this world. Life is Good.