Da Double Nickel

James is 55 today.

I'm happy to say that I'm not 55 today but alas, it's coming sooner than I want. This photo was taken when he was in SD back in December, after he'd shot his first pheasant.

I went shopping this morning and brought him his favorite chocolates, a bunch of socks, and a new pad thing for his truck seat. I'm making chicken and dumplings, cornbread, and taters for his supper, and I've already made his chocolate birthday cake and I didn't even explode it this year.

He's lounging in his recliner now because it rained and he's home but he had to move my dryer to replace the vent hose so he's all tuckered out, I reckon.