Matthew had a birthday on Tuesday. He spent the day working in Manhattan and battling traffic on the LIE. He finally made it home to dinner - kielbasa and perogis - and some dessert and cards, etc, etc, etc.
Then I made him go upstairs and put his stuff away. And he walked into the guest bedroom and found himself a little kayak. I had just about burst with the burden of secrecy all these weeks.
He was a little surprised/shocked/wondering if his wife will ever learn to make wise financial decisions. But - come on - when will we ever live on an ISLAND again? And I love him. And he couldn't argue with that. Moose was a little unfriendly towards the kayak, which was occupying the spot on the guest bed he likes to sneak into. Little did Matt know that Moose had already become acquainted with the kayak when I had brought it home.
Moosey want to go for a little ride?
He's just like Lewis and Clark, he is. And Sacajawea. The three of them put together.
Tighten up those straps on your paddle vest, buddy. Safety first.
And . . . I think he's about to make a run for it . . .
This picture really gave me the giggles. Still does. I'm laughing right now.
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that snorting and giggling you may hear from down the hall is me. I am totally laughing at that last picture. Can't help it, LOVE it.
PS I am dognapping him tomorrow.
Ok. This may be your best blog ever. Pictures = HILARIOUS. I'm glad he liked the gift!! I knew he would.
but is it big enough for 2 (or 3?) And, that view you have is pretty great! (from twitter) We can fight over whether that view, or the view from Kijabe is better :)
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