NIKON D70 - 1/60 sec, f7.1 at 50mm
I got married for precisely 6 reasons. While I won't list them all here, one of them was birthday and anniversary reminders and the closely related (but counted as one) getting the birthday cards and Christmas cards, writing in them and posting them.
That is definitely one of those jobs that the husband is not supposed to do. It's my job to dispatch the rabbit with the back of the spade that her cat brought home with a broken leg. It's my job to drive her back to civilization to a doctor after she dropped the knife from the bench and it stuck in her foot. It's my job to father the children (and I was quite good at the one).
All she has to do is remind me when it's time for a birthday call.
But for about the last 10 years, Gabba has failed to remind me about my mother's birthday. Even today my mother reminded me and not my wife. WTF?
Happy Birthday Ma
Another photo from my "playing with the left over wine" series.