Here is the birthday boy...
Here is what I fed him on his birthday...
Salmon with Hollandaise
I'm writing this at 12:46 AM, which makes it June 1st! Holy what!? But since May slipped right through my fingers like the white of an egg for meringue, I'm going to pretend it's still that lusty month in which my love was born. It was the 16th to be exact. He turned 36. Such a nice even number. A number that doubles itself.
My favorite thing about Dr. Gooch is that we doubled ourselves! And made four mini him's and me's. It is truly the best thing we ever did. Every night I go to bed grateful that he is the other half raising these rascals....because I would, if left to my own devices, produce stingy stressed-out serious-minded siblings with a penchant for daydreaming and dwelling on things. Also, they would be party animals and would never brush their teeth.
My other favorite thing about Dr. Gooch is his supernatural ability to Get Over It. In his honor, I'd like to link to this favorite song:
There are only two or three things in life worth dwelling on. The rest is just detritus from which we must move on.
He doesn't complain. He doesn't criticize. He's clean. He's charismatic. He charming. He likes milk chocolate.