You're Not Getting Older. Yes You Are.

Today is "Wife's" birthday. That's really all I've got for today. I like to alert everyone to this monumental anniversary because it makes "Wife" crazy. She, like a lot of women (and men for that matter) like to let their birthday slip by quietly so they don't have to stare into the great abyss of aging. I won't tell you how old "Wife" is because, not only is that rude, it would prolong my sleeping in the "Comfort King". I will tell you that she is old enough to go to the store and old enough to get bread. Ha! I haven't used that one in ages. Not that I'm comparing "Wife's" age to an old joke. I'd better stop before I go too far.

Last night "Wife" and I went out to dinner to celebrate her special day. Tonight, she will be driving to the country to pick "Daughter" up at camp, and I will be napping in preparation for three hours of "radio irreverence". We had a wonderful time and "Wife" was able to enjoy some new kinds of wine. This is becoming her new thing, which is great, as long as none of her passion comes wrapped in a brown bag and bears the name Thunderbird.

I have to get her gifts from their hiding place now. I'm like a little kid in some ways. (Alright, in a lot of ways.) Despite my delicate physical state, I went shopping the other day for "Wife's" gifts. One of my friends was kind enough to chauffeur me to the mall and the other store I needed to visit. I knew what I wanted to get, but was unable to drive myself. I am always eager to tell "Wife" that I got her a gift. It's not so that she'll think I'm thoughtful and wonderful, (which never hurts) , but because she goes crazy trying to get me to reveal the nature of the gift. This time my evil plan backfired a bit. "Wife" said I was nuts for going shopping in my condition and that she didn't need a gift. Yeah right. Guys, don't ever fall for that. While you and I might be sincere in our aversion to gifts, the ladies aren't. They may not want you to drop a bundle on some shiny trinket, but never blow off some kind of gift and then say "well you said you didn't need anything." You may as well tell Fido to scoot over, because he's the only bedmate you'll have for a while.

Happy Birthday "Wife"! You remind me of some of the wines you tasted last night, sweet, bubbly and getting better with age. Dig my romantic leanings.

A side bar, I'll be delivering a triple helping of radio fun this weekend on WGN. Friday morning from 2-5 am I'll be in for Steve and Johnnie, then I'll be doing the WGN Overnight show Saturday morning form 2-5 am and my own "original and still the best" WGN Overnight Sunday morning from 1-5 am. If you're up late and can stop the ringing in your ears, listen in. Later...Brian