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Little by Little. . .

Well, yesterday was a good day as far as 41st birthdays go. Had some nice cards and gifts, a delightful dinner out at one of our favorite Indian restaurants (courtesy of the lovely Grand Duchess Sonja), and even about 90 minutes yesterday afternoon of painting on the fourth and final batch of Zichenauer infantry. You can see in the background that I have yet to finish the muskets of the third company, but I’ll get there in the next day or so.

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Bluebear Jeff said…
A belated "Happy Birthday", Stokes.


-- Jeff
Fitz-Badger said…
Ah, you're just a youngster (Yunker?).
For my 51st birthday last month my lovely lady got me an Ott lite, the better to see when I paint. :-)
Fitz-Badger said…
p.s. Happy Birthday (belated)!
MurdocK said…
с днем рождения

and

lycklig födelsedag

Cheers
Thank you for your good wishes everyone!

Best Regards,

Stokes
Ike said…
A very belated happy birthday!! But sincerely meant nonetheless!
Der Alte Fritz said…
Happy birthday, you young pup. The Zichenauers are looking good.
old-tidders said…
Happy birthday, figs are looking good.

-- Allan

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