All of my posts include photos. I use them as a crutch because I’m not confident about my writing. But I rarely, rarely post pictures of my daughters. A blog isn’t a closed environment like Facebook. It’s public domain and I think caution should be exercised. And I’ve never posted a pic of my bride. She prefers to remain anonymous and I respect that. If I was married to me, I’d want to remain anonymous too. [Obligatory self-deprecating humor.]
The exception has been on my birthday. That would be today. I always post a photo of me and the girlies on my birthday. I’ve meditated on why I allow this annual indulgence and have decided it’s simply my monstrous egomania. Look at me! I might as well surrender to my urges and create a Facebook page.
This is me + the younger.
She has typical second-child syndrome. Makes a lot of noise to get attention. Pleasant, until she isn’t. Seems to think I’m an okay guy.
Here’s me + the older.
She inherited my Barney Rubble laugh lines and Mrs. Wife’s fair complexion. Also seems to think I’m a barrel of laughs. I want to mention that the gap in my front teeth isn’t as prominent as it looks. The camera is lying to you. Also, I refuse to divulge my age. I am so hung up on it that it’s embarrassing. Again, the overblown ego.Here’s a bonus photo of Central Park. That white building is The Plaza Hotel. This is one of the spots where I have my lunch (weather permitting). Let me tell you something…a baloney sandwich tastes a hell of a lot better when you look up and see this in front of you. You can ignore the bits of bone in the lunch meat.
Exile on Pain Street 
Well, here’s lookin’ at you, kid!Very happy wishes to you.[That’s another hug to pay next time I’m in NY ;-)]
You look, mmm, 48? Yep. Not a day over. Although… the older the flute, better the tune. All that. 😉 Happy happy, baloney samwich.
Wait. I looked it up. It’s: The older the fiddler, the sweeter the tune. I like that. Straight out of Ancient Mariner.
dinah: I am patiently awaiting your revisit.nimpipi: Perhaps a more accurate metaphor would be a violin strung too tight. And I *AM* the Ancient Mariner.
happy birthday! it’s not the years in your life, it’s the life in your years, or some other such platitude… they are lovely girls! enjoy them!
Congratualtions and best wishes.You’ve got lovely daughters, cherish them…even when they ask for a car.I would have thought that after seeing all the food programs about NY, you’d be able to do better than Baloney. What happened to Pastrami, and chocken liver and pickles on Rye?(BTW Has anyone told you that you look a little like Anthony Bourdain?)Hoep you get candles.
Well I must say, in all honesty, you’re a pretty goodlooking collection of people all of you. Those made me smile, broadly.Wonder if your wife looks like the back end of a bus? [JOKE!]
You have the same birthday as my much older sister. And you’re old enough to know better than to eat baloney.
daisy: You can dismiss them as mere platitudes but they WORK!TSB: Thanks for your good wishes. Fortunately, my dear daughters would NEVER ask me for a car. Would they? Baloney is the bomb. You need to lower your standards. looby: The younger of the two looks like Mrs. Wife. So she’s something like that. I always felt I was rather ordinary looking in a wholesome, American sort of way. Wish I was tougher looking. Maybe I should wear an eye patch and keep a parrot on my shoulder. HIF: My goodness! What does everyone have against baloney?! It made me the man I am today.
happy birthday, sweet pea! i’m guessing you’re 42! *sigh* which makes me old enough to be your mother! feel better now????? (damn, the things i do for my pals!) *LOL*xoxoxoxo(the daughters are lovely!)
You look like a cross between Steve Martin and the guy who just admitted he was gay.
So sorry I’m late but fondest wishes for a Happy Birthday and a great oolder year.Age ain’t that important.You can be proud of your girls and the happiness they emanate.My spouse is shy too.
sav: Thanks for offering up yourself at the alter of my ego. It hasn’t gone unappreciated.GB: Hello, sir. I am *exactly* like Steve Martin except for the astonishing wealth and talent.Pat: Late, nothing. You’re early for 2013. And I don’t care what anyone says; growing old is for the birds.
Happy Birthday… old man.
I’m late!Breithlá shona duit a chara! :¬)
Kono: thank you, young blood. map: There’s no such thing as late when it comes to sending good wishes. I’m off to Google Translate.
It’s just ‘Happy Birthday my friend’ (I don’t trust Google Translate!)And if you want to say it; ‘Breh-law hunna dit a korra!’ (Now you can sa Happy Birthday in Irish!) :¬)
‘say’!
hope you had a happy birthday… your girls are lovely Hubbell…. and thank you for a picture of Central Park so many happy days, so many happy years in NY!!
Happy Belated! And Franklin is right: old enough to know better than to eat baloney! X!
YAH: I had a fine birthday. I pulled some vines in the yard and then we went to an archery range. My daughter made me a birthday apple pie. Good. clean, suburban fun. Ellie: Do you not eat hot dogs, either? It’s the same thing! Both exquisite treats (hot dogs being a rung or two higher on the ladder). Thanks for the X.
i know how old you are because I remember when Mrs. Wife started dating you! There was all this “talk”. Wait, that was …. shit! Now I’M old! dammit! how’d that happen?!?!
Of course I am wishing you a *belated* birthday, because I am an ass! However, I still am wishing you a happy birthday and I hope that you had a good one. I can’t believe how much Sam looks like Wifey!!Lots of love,Amanda
PS-tell S to stop looking like a teenager-you are so in for it!