It’s my birthday. I’ve had a LOT of them so it’s sorta not a big thing. Um, well, maybe it is.
I’m not a spring chicken anymore.
Getting out of bed counts as being on my bucket list.
The longer this thing called life goes on, the more hedonistic and decadent I become.
I put whipped cream in my coffee this morning. And since it’s my B-day, I just might get really frisky and do it again with the second cuppa.
Firstborn will take me out to dinner. Herself is snoozing on the couch nearby, keeping me company in her own special way. The budgies are chittering and cooing.
But it’s a good day because wonderful folks sent hugs and well-wishes. Even Google did a logo special for me (that’s my story, Ima sticking to it).
And I got out of bed…
Keeping it real in the country.