I'm having virus problems but I want to wish my darling daughter Kristine happy birthday. She's 18 today and I have no idea where the years went. Seems like only last week I was tucking her into a car seat or feeding her Gerber's strained peas. Thanks for being a wonderful daughter, baby. We love you.
It's also the birthday of my man George Armstrong Custer, who would be 169 if he hadn't given his life at the Little Big Horn.