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T-shirt Tuesday: “I Survived”

Yesterday, I hit a chronological milestone. I turned 70. I should have worn this t-shirt …

I woke up to flowers from Robert.

Lots of flowers …

And cards from Robert, lots of cards (he has this tradition of giving more than just one card for special occasions, which at first I thought was a little over the top but now LOVE) …

And lots of new t-shirts from Robert (do you see a trend here?) …

A beautiful day. Greetings and best wishes from family and friends.

And a hand-me-down Apple Watch!

Finally, as I promised in my recent thrilling colonoscopy post, an update on the birthday steak dinner at Toni’s Steakhouse which the “doctor-helper nurse” suggested just before the “anesthesia nurse” put me to sleep.

We opted for the New York strip with broccoli and potato.

What a joy to have lived through the Sixties two times now!

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T-shirt Tuesday: “Dunkin’ Donuts Advice”

Robert and I were walking down Peachtree Street in Atlanta the other day, heading to Dunkin’ Donuts to get my coffee. (Remind me sometime to tell you about perhaps the biggest disagreement between the two of us—I like, no LOVE, DD coffee, while he’s a Starbucks fan.)

Inside the heavenly aromatic wonderland, I saw this little sign:

Such GREAT ADVICE. And it SHOULD be on a t-shirt, don’t you think?

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T-Shirt Tuesday: “Ben’s”

One of our very favorite pub/bars here in Savannah is Ben’s Neighborhood Grill and Tap. Owners Nick and Heather have created a true neighborhood gathering spot with delicious food and a great offering of rotating craft beers. And it’s small enough to be cozy/friendly with lots of regulars.

Some months back, Robert and I were at Ben’s on a cool day, and I had not dressed warmly enough.

But nothing to fear. Ben’s had gotten in a new shipment of long sleeve of t-shirts. And I had to have one … right then.

Here it is …

Stay healthy. Go to Ben’s!

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T-Shirt Tuesday: “Abu and Rbu”

Some fourteen years ago, when older daughter Amy announced that she was pregnant with our first grandchild, I was both ecstatic and a tad nervously hesitant. A grandfather?! Seriously?! At this stage in my life? Am I even old enough to be a grandfather … officially?!

The old blog post below explains (in excruciating detail) how I ended up being called “Abu” (Abuelo = Grandfather) by that first grandchild Daniel—and all the other ones who came later.

Younger daughter Emily is a whiz at making custom t-shirts, so she recently created these two for Robert and me. Grandson Daniel came up with the idea of calling Robert “Rbu” to go along with my “Abu,” making us a weirdly matching set.

The old Abu post …

And here are a few early pics of Daniel and me …

And Daniel today …

Yes, my favorite word is “Abu.”