l'chaim

I very much wish I could put the sweetness of this afternoon into a little bottle that I can open any time.  The weather is ab.so.lute.ly. perfect.  This sunshine is intoxicating.  Philip and I just sat outside at Chipotle for two hours talking and laughing.  It was a good creme-in-the-middle experience from a morning and afternoon of studying.  (I am so over spending every weekend studying.  Over it.  Completely.)

Last weekend I spent the whole of Sunday editing Philip's thesis.  I was kind of like "I have no freaking clue what you're writing about AF doctrine and irregular warfare, but sure I'll tear your writing to shreds."  A few hours in he asked, "what page are you on?" to which I responded "um... 28."  He did an amazing job.  Seriously the kind of work he is producing is so far over my head.  It was a very exciting day when he submitted the final product this week.  (It happened when I came home from work at 7:30 and the last "20 minutes" of his finishing touches turned into 2 hours at which time I announced that I had to go to bed given that I was leaving for work at 6 the following morning.  We're old and lame like that.  Seriously, who goes to bed at 9:30 at night?)  Much celebration.

We're looking forward to a long weekend in CO at the end of this week (though how is it that when you are gone for two days of the week that suddenly those two days that the result is 5 days of work being compressed into 3? annoying.)

I had to share what was, by all accounts, one of the best birthday cards I have ever received.  I'm not a card or flower kind of person.  I'm far too practical, but this three dollars and change was pretty priceless for the laughter (and tears) it has produced and the memory it created.  Philip thoughtfully was on a quest to secure a card for me while at the Pentagon having his new uniform pants altered (as it turns out that becoming a Crossfit fantic means that pants with a 29" waist are reeeeally not in the cards - and really, who freaking has a 29" waist? My 22 year old husband.).  So there he was at the uniform store at the Pentagon persuing their greeting card collection (who knew such a thing existed in such a place) and they were out of birthday cards.  BUT, thankfully, they did happen to have Bat Mitzvah cards (really???).  So, approx. 29 minutes into my 30th year I was presented with one of the most hilarious cards marking the celebration of my birth that I have ever received:

L'chaim, friends.