Amazing how long I can drag this out ...

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Hunka hunka burnin' love...

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So we had cake. Cake with candles and icing and wax drips on it. And I was sung to, while the front and back doors were wide open to coral the smoke out of the house when the candles were blown out. I blew every last one of them out but does it count when you don't really have the amount of candles which accurately reflects your years in total? Because if you do - and you blow them all out you will set off the smoke alarm even with the doors open! I ask the heavens to grant my wish - even though we fudged on the number of candles. Please?

Was really hoping nothing like this happened!

But that wasn't what I wished for. I'd let the cake burn to the ground if I could have my wish. You can't tell wishes y'know, or they won't come true. :)

It's all I've ever wanted!

So yesterday afternoon I got a phone call from my daughter who informed me she was on her way home from school “to clean the house!!”

???

She was coming home to clean the house as a birthday gift to me, being the starving college student and all that. I have been asking for this gift since I don’t know – forever maybe??? Mother’s Day, my birthday, Christmas – kids – don’t spend money on me – just clean the house. I’ll love it!

And now it’s finally happening. Sigh-h-h.

Life is good.

Time marches on

I didn’t read a single blog today. I feel like I should look around furtively and whisper that. Sh-h-h-h…


I’m really not sure what I was doing but obviously it was something else. Maybe because I have a few days off work coming, I know I can sit down and catch up. Because by now? I am sure my reader is up into the hundreds.


Monday is my birthday. I am not mentioning that to get birthday wishes, although gifts are always welcome. But – I usually take my birthday off work every year and this year I decided to make an extra long weekend out of it. I am taking Friday, Monday and Tuesday off. A nice 5 day weekend. Lovely!


The birthday? I am going to be thirty nineteen. Or as I am more apt to say – forty-freaking-nine years old!!!!! What happened? When did that happen, and how? I don’t FEEL like forty-freaking-nine years old.


I’ve heard that fifty is the new forty, so if that follows – does that mean I am really still in my thirties? Maybe I should stick with that.


I feel better. How about you?

Life of Riley

Must be tough being Riley ....

The only male out of 4 cats.


And he's fixed.


(April Fool's Day every day of the year.)