July 20, 1969, little Billy Scarborough had the misfortune of getting his hand slammed in the car door by one of his birthday party guests while leaving Farrel’s, “the most awesome place ever to have a birthday party when you are six.” Needless to say it wasn’t a very happy birthday for him after that happened. Oh yeah, a couple of guys landed on the moon for the very first time that day too.
Today is my darling husband’s forty-sixth birthday and he is celebrating it any way he wants to which includes a bit of playing on the computer, a little bit of social networking on Facebook, a little bit of working out at the gym (he has lost 15 pounds since he accepted my anniversary gift of a gym membership!), a little bit of riding around on his motorcycle, some Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince with the family and some pizza and video games with the family…no hands being slammed in the car door planned and no men walking on the moon either.
Happy birthday, Bill! Love you!
