More celebrations.

Today, September 2nd, is the 13th anniversary of when Ken quit smoking.  We are going out to the Fawkner cemetery in the morning to organise the plaque for his parents' grave site (the original plaque for his Dad now has to be changed over for one with with both parents' names), and after that's done, we'll go and have a nice lunch somewhere.  Some people think my annual recognition of the end of Ken's smoking days are a bit over the top  (I give him a card every year to say congratulations on quitting the fags).  But after 45 years of a pack a day, and nearly losing his life to them, I figure it is worthwhile to praise him for staying smoke free.  He will probably die of the consquences eventually, given the state of his lungs as he gets older, but I'm hoping to hang on to him for a few more years!
Love you, Babe
xxxxx