Is my favorite birthday joke and so appropriate this year on so many levels. It was an all-stool birthday this year. First I practiced the local love that I preach on our food tours and post-tour one pre-birthday Saturday went to one of my favorite stores, La Difference, for no good reason other than I was there and it was there, too. Once inside I realized I needed twelve different pieces of furniture. I settled on two bamboo bar stools to coolify our kitchen until I do more that needs doing.
Things took a turn when I ruptured a disc in my back and whatever coolness factor the above stool conveyed upon me and my home evaporated. I am now at the point where I can get into serious trouble losing focus while I put my pants on. This is the stool I’m on now:
And then there was the phone call from the doc on my birthday telling me he wanted me to do another colonoscopy pronto. I won’t go all Katie Couric on you, so I’ll spare you the photo. But I did get my first tattoo.