Jeff rushed into our home after work last night, holding this beautiful bouquet of flowers arranged in an equally beautiful vase. He exclaimed, "Dearhart! These are for you!" Naturally, I was touched. Jeff never brings me flowers for no reason. I'm lucky to get a potted plant. So I thought he did something wrong and was trying to make up for it by buying me flowers. He acted insulted and asked, "Can't I bring flowers to my wife whom I love so much?"
After a few minutes of gushing over how gorgeous they were, I asked Jeff where he got them. "Nowhere special," he said. Naturally I was suspicious. Finally, he broke down and said he felt bad. He took them from the station--they purchased the flowers for the Air Show that he's working at this weekend. "But I had to lobby to get them for you!" he insisted. My husband is a piece of work.
I haven't been blogging because I've been beat with house cleaning and working. So here are a couple of pictures from our trip to St. Louis. We celebrated my birthday early because we didn't have to watch the kids last weekend.
We dined in the Hill, St. Louis' Italian district. This section of town boasts many great restaurants but this was my favorite: Trattoria Marcella. We ate a stuffed artichoke for an appetizer. Dinner comprised of lobster rissotto and shrimp pasta. Yummy!
Of course Jeff was thrilled to take a tour of the Anheuser-Busch Brewery--for his second time around. It was actually quite interesting.
This is Jeff looking at the prohibition exhibit. It's quite an impressive plant and it wrapped up in the hospitality room, giving all participants two free glasses of alcohol. I stuck to the soft drinks and pretzels.
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