"happy birthday to you...you live in a zoo..."

I've seriously been up all night, thinking. think..think..think..
I can't stop thinking of Rob. I wanted to write something great for Rob on his birthday
("c'mon, Denise...think of something clever...(cricket sound)...)

Well...I could write about the time he dressed up like a 2 headed lady with me and sang the "sisters" song from white Christmas...that was funny...

or...I could tell everyone how he used to get the kids to run outside and catch the 1st snowflakes on their tongues....that would be clever...

He would always take us out in the boat at Powell...and always looked cool...that was..well...cool.

I could mention what a party animal he is....(kinda goes without saying..know what i mean?)...

he built a house for me once...that was pretty awesome...

but the thing that makes me go weak in the knees? it's that cute little sparkle in his eyes!
On our first date he had it...and I was hooked!

Happy Birthday Hon! You had me at ....sparkle.

The "Dread Pirate Robert"

Rob called from Cali last Saturday letting me know that he wasn't coming home. He would have to stay 3 more days in order to solve a few work problems. But after seeing my last post...decided that I should go out there to spend the weekend.
( A man can go only so long without his grapefruit)
so I hopped on a plane, ready for my Sunshine Fix!!

San Fran had record rain for the next 3 days.

What the "H-E double hockey sticks!"

I swear the powers in charge are against me ever being warm.
Oh well....the DPR (see title) was very sweet and only said once that "he would probably kill me in the morning."
We did do alot of driving around to theatre's.

I saw lot's of manikins in windows...very fancy

we drove down Lombard Street
( it was just like in "what's up Doc?"....you know the Streisand movie that is so funny...back when Babs was funny and not political.)

I wore my red shoes.

it was good.

I saw the sun from the airplane window on the way home. sigh.