B-Day for my Super Old Babe

I married a younger man. He likes to remind me of the earth shattering 6 month gap in our existence quite often. Timothy takes a bit of pride in his youthful status. Well, we're now equals again. Despite his baby face, he really is the same age as his decrepit wife. I love July 14. It's the day God put my amazing hubbie on this earth. And I'm pretty sure he knew, right then and there, that the two of us would join paths and make a life together. Happy birthday babe. Much much love.

The night started at La Sandia's roof top deck for happy hour with Mike and Stacy. 4 girly drinks....the fuzzy, girly, fruity, red one is the birthday boys' choice.

Following girly drinks we participated in a MANS activity...indoor karting. Helmets and all. Tim had the fastest lap by a landslide, but we all put forth an effort. A valiant effort. Putting on these head socks was the beginning of the valiant effort.

Those of us (Stacy) who didn't have close toed shoes were blessed enough to wear loaner socks and rockin' Danskin orthopedic kicks. She was lovin' every minute of it.

Side note...Thanks to Nanna and Pappa for watching the little dude and making this night out on the town affordable and possible.