"You say it's your birthday... We're gonna have a good time..."
Every year about this time, we celebrate a family birthday. Not mine; that's July. Yes, it's the Blonde. No. I don't know how she gains a year without looking it.
A quiet day around the house for us. Joan wouldn't let me make her breakfast... something about "wanting it to be edible" or some such. She made a fresh pizza for lunch. I'll make steaks tonight. Cake and ice cream in between. Snuggling with Rufus. Years ago, I liked having "a birthday season." We're a bit more low-key these days.
2 comments:
Congrats Joan, good idea to keep Cap out of the Breakfast Kitchen but I hear he makes a good steak. Bob in Nevada
Joan says, "Thanks, Bob." We are a good team: she is a great cook, and I am a good eater. Back in our working days, I made my own breakfast all the time... I could whip up an egg sandwich or warm up a PopTart with the best of 'em. ;-)
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