P.S. That radiant glow eminating from the center of the cake, rendered plain by the brightness atop, is 32...count them....32 candles! Happy Birthday sweetheart.....how do I love you....let me count the ways......
Friday, January 16, 2009
Facial hair is flamable.....
My sweet husband, the facial-hair horticulturist, the humble hermit mixed saucely with desert dry humor, kind eyes, perfect smile, soft heart & stubborn ars, the deepest, most quiet testimony of our Savior and all of this with a dash of ESPN (OK a huge dash of ESPN). Kenty-dear had to learn the hard way that.......dun, dun, dun,.........facial hair, aside from being discouraged by church-goers and leadership alike (which is one reason he does it, this is his passive-aggressiveness coming out), is also flamable. Who knew????
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Hilarious!! I'm glag his whole face didn't ignite! Happy Birthday Kent!
My brother also learned that the hard way, only his lesson involved a grill and eyebrows.
Hey I finally have the internet at home! Hooray! It's been fun catching up on your blog (and I finally updated mine as well). Your kids are growing way too fast.
Okay, that is flippin' hilarious! Seeing that reminds me just how much alike our husbands are. Chad, too, grows facial hair just for the rebelliousness of it! MEN....I mean...BOYS!!! Happy Birthday, Kent! Miss you guys!
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