Halfway to 70

That's right -- halfway to 70. Or as someone at work put it, 3.5% of a millenium. Which has the dual effect of making you feel old and insignificant at the same time.

I got these fun balloons from the gang at work. I felt like I was underwater all day, har har. I'm not sure I've ever seen Andy quite that excited -- that was some high-pitched screaming!

I met Shawn after work at my favorite restaurant, El Camino, for the same meal I get there every time - plantain chips and flank steak in mole with a cranberry marg, YUM. Shawn brought a gift and these beautiful roses. How lucky am I!

The next day, Andy picked me this bunch of flowers. That's my sweetheart. I really AM lucky!