Today we are celebrating Hubby Bill's 64th Birthday! He’s a bearded man now, all in the name of raising a few $$ for charity. He’s never even held a 5 o’clock shadow in his life because he loves that clean-shaven feel. Babyface, per see.
I played this song for Bill this morning. Fitting, right? When I’m 64 - The Beatles
Lyrics by John Lennon and Paul McCartney
When I get older losing my hair Many years from now Will you still be sending me a Valentine Birthday greetings bottle of wine
If I’d been out till quarter to three Would you lock the door Will you still need me, will you still feed me When I’m sixty-four
You’ll be older too And if you say the word I could stay with you
I could be handy, mending a fuse When your lights have gone You can knit a sweater by the fireside Sunday mornings go for a ride Doing the garden, digging the weeds Who could ask for more
Will you still need me, will you still feed me When I’m sixty-four
Every summer we can rent a cottage In the Isle of Wight, if it’s not too dear We shall scrimp and save Grandchildren on your knee Vera, Chuck and Dave
Send me a postcard, drop me a line Stating point of view Indicate precisely what you mean to say Yours sincerely, wasting away
Give me your answer, fill in a form Mine for evermore Will you still need me, will you still feed me When I’m sixty-four
Bill is my rock, and I'm thrilled to do life together. Never a dull moment for us, and here's wishing him a very Happy!
Cheers!
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