Whipped cream in my coffee

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.


Irish-Coffee-croppedI 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.

It’s sleet/rain/snowing.

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.



About Nya Rawlyns

Nya Rawlyns doesn’t write typical romance. She writes emotion as a contact sport, rough and often raw. It need not be pleasant, heart-warming or forever after. What she seeks is what lies beneath—a dance of extremes, the intersect of need and desire, and the compromises we make when pain and pleasure become indistinguishable. ***** She has lived in the country and on a sailboat on the Chesapeake Bay, earned more than 1000 miles in competitive trail and endurance racing, taught Political Science to unwilling freshmen, and found an avocation in materials science. ***** When she isn’t tending to her garden or the horses, the cats, or three pervert parakeets, she can be found day dreaming and listening to the voices in her head.
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One Response to Whipped cream in my coffee

  1. Lyn Ehley says:

    Happy birthday again!! I’m always amazed at the new number I am each year!


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