Happy belated birthday, Helen! :cheers:

He worked through the morass of beagles and children, wondering where the journey would take him. As the light of day faded, the world seemed to be coming more alive. He caught her out of the corner of his eye. He know today was the day, that one magical day every year where life seemed just a little better. Gently, he leaned toward her and gently whispered, "happy birthday 3894...

"... or Helen."

Merci beaucoup, all! I was eating my way through France, in the company of the hubbo and Daughter #1.

A few photos, perhaps? Here's my daughter hunting truffles in the Dordogne with the truffle master Monsieur Edouard and his dog Ti-Tuffe. Ti-Tuffe smells them in the ground (they smell like beets) and scratches at the ground. Then you take over with a little pick: After, we ate the truffle shaved over some ravioli.

And here's me and the offspring in le Jardin de Luxembourg, Paris. I'm the one with the gray hair.

I think the Luxembourg Gardens are my favorite public park.

Between you, me and la poste de lumiere, I think truffles are overrated as a delicacy, but a truffle hunt sounds like lots of fun.

Cool pictures.

Luxembourg Gardens, love that place!

It's your birthday, but you gave US the gift of a photo! Nice to see ya, Helen!

Glad you had such a fun birthday.