Quarter Weekend

She's my old lady, but really she's a young lady...at least until tomorrow.

Scarlett turns the quarter century mark, and will finally understand the pain I feel as social pariah due to my age (I'm 904, if you must know, and feed on the souls of the young and innocent. And not so innocent).

There'll be boozing and 'roke, pizza and football, a concert and dining...not a bad weekend for one person to have. And she's still got her birthday dinner next week and presents. What a lucky gal...for a lucky guy. Happy birthday sweetheart!