Ms. Diane

Our neighbor turns 82 tomorrow.  She lives by herself, drives her own car, works in her yard, attends continuing education classes, eats healthy, talks a lot,  loves my boys and watches our house (and anything within a 3 mile radius) like a hawk.  For all of this I am grateful.  The boys wanted to make her a cake for her birthday but she doesn't do gluten, obviously, so they decided on a bird house instead.  We painted a rocket ship house to go in her backyard along side the other 65 she already has.  I hope when I am 82 to still be kicking it like Ms. Diane.  And if I am, you better bring me cake, lots of it.

                                      

You know, just chasing Jackson with a hose.

 Serious work going on here.