Well there's been a definite dearth of blog posts lately, which gives me a great opportunity to use the word "dearth" in a blog post. Yes, yes, I'll wait while you fetch the dictionary. (Or just go to M-W.com) One of the reasons for this dearth is because we've been eagerly anticipating the arrival of today, June 14. For, you see, today Alert Birthday Girl Tammy has turned

That's forty, as in ten plus ten plus ten plus five plus a few more. Forty is significant for a number of reasons:
1. It's the first number in Roman Numerals to use the mysterious "L". Oh, sure, some Romans just kept using Xs as in "XXXX" but those people were widely derided as yahoos.
2. Forty is the first number after the 30s, as in "Well the 30s are all gone now. We're all out of 30s. Yup, no more 30s."
3. Forty is a great biblical number, being the number of years the Israelites wandered in the desert, the number of days Christ fasted, the number of plagues in Egypt*, and the number of cats on the ark**.
4. It's the age at which you start appearing on various mailing lists, such as AARP.
For those of you just joining the program, I was explaining how Alert Birthday Girl Tammy, who may or may not be my wife, just turned

You're probably asking how we celebrated this cataclysmic event of biblical proportions. Go on, you can ask. I'll wait. How did we celebrate this cataclysmic event of biblical proportion? In a very subdued manner. For the Alert Birthday Girl specifically requested a low-key day. The kids presented their birthday tributes, and we had a cake from Cold Stone Creamery that cost somewhere north of Five Thousand Dollars (and was worth every penny), and I gave her a top secret present that I can't reveal here until some time has passed. But I had specific instructions not to tell anyone that it was Alert Birthday Girl Tammy's birthday or that she was going to be

So I'm keeping that, you know, under wraps.
*One day I'll go into more detail about the 30 other, lesser-known plagues, such as the plague of clover mites, and the plague of gingivitis, and the plague of that green stuff that forms on top of the sour cream after several weeks, but that's all fodder for another post.
**Moses*** originally tried to explain to the cats that only two were allowed, but the cats just gave Moses that look, you know, that look of total disdain that only cats can do, and then walked past him and found a comfy corner on deck 3.
***Not THAT Moses, but Moses, the third cousin of Noah who was, ah, out looking for some sour cream when the rain hit.