B-day present from GeeBee

A stained glass window for my window.

Stars at sunrise

The window in the staircase in my house. My friend Amy made the stars; (see, over there? You could click....) I like them. Sweet GeeBee took the pic, it goes without saying. He made dinner tonight, too! Is there anything hotter than a man saying, and I quote, "Sweetie, what would you like me to make you for dinner?"

A portrait in Orange, or Harold, the house cat.

Harold may be the reason we have two vacuums; one upstairs and one down. Our house isn't that big, but the quantity of hair he produces is quite impressive. Don't get the idea, dear reader, that I, personally, can even turn on either of the vacuums. GeeBee (buzz, sting!) is the only master of such appliances in our domain.

Pic, since not a complete blur, obviously shows the handiwork of GeeBee, and not the author.

Refrigerators!

I think refrigerators are just peachy! So many fun images, so little trouble displaying them. Two favorites: the orange drawing in the upper left clipped out of the New Yorker with a caption reading: "The noted air guitarist William Ocean," and the pic of me, mom, and dad in the lower center-left; oh, and, of course, Johnny Rotten, uh, forgive me, John Lyndon, also upper left.

Pic by my dearest GeeBee.

PS. Extra points if you can guess my favorite color.

Chillin'

At home with friends.

George and me