Happy Birthday To Rachel...

My wife turned...I mean, my wife had another...no...

We celebrated my wife's birthday this weekend. That's it!



We got her The Beatles' Magical Mystery Tour, to which we rocked out all weekend. Also got her a Fiskars craft cart, a wooden salad bowl set, and a graphic novel she'd been wanting. She dug her gifts.

We also celebrated Dolores' birthday. We did a family dinner, minus Paul, who is touring the U.S. with his new band "Paul and his Mum See The Sights." We went to Pazzo, which means "crazy" in Itallian. And it was a little crazy eating dinner where we used to pick up prescriptions and purchase various gee gaws and gifts. It's the new restaurant in the old Tuttle Drug building.

Tuttle drug was such an old Petaluma West side standard. And now it's a new trendy restaurant. Eating there, well, it's like a metaphor for what Petaluma has become. (That's a similie, by the way.) It's compeletely yuppified. And we need a new word for yuppie, because they aren't really yuppies any more. It's more like, "young people with either too much equity or large second mortgages that are about to switch to variable rates, and boy is the shit gonna hit the fan then." But I'll be darned if I can find a clever acronym in there. LSMs?

Anyway, great long slow dinner. Lots of talk. It was a lot of fun.


Happy Birthday wife.