The Hobbit Hole

In a hole there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.

12/21/2009

Check (out my) Mate!

Filed under: General — bilbo @ 11:40 pm

My birthday has come and gone. I am now middle aged.

However, I am not melancholy. The celebration was fantabulous. The gifts were ginormous. All had a fun time, and the weekend was absolutely wonderful. This is the first of a series of posts about my birthday and the good times we had.

The celebration really started the night before. My wife, the undisputed champion of good in my life, made one of my favorite dinners, double bacon quiche. You know if the night has bacon, it’s going to be good.

The she sprung her present on me:

Chess Set (Good)

Chess Set (Evil)

This present is actually 10+ years in the making. She bought the ceramic pieces for our first anniversary. For our entire marriage (over a decade), the pieces sat there because we couldn’t find a board big enough. She got tired of waiting and made one. Then she painted the pieces. This is tied as the best present I’ve ever received. (That Lord of the Rings quilt will be awfully hard to top.)

The Flikr photostream.

More about the actual birthday party to come.

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