It's my birthday too, yeah! If you said, "The Beatles, 1968," you get 10 bonus points.
Yes, it's that day when I am reminded what my Mother said about my birth: "You were trying to be born breach - you came out telling the world to kiss your ass, and that's the way it has been ever since." Mom always had a way with words.
I have a summer cold. It's like a regular cold, but worse. Kinda like a man-cold. For those of us with asthma, it is, in medical terms: a big ol' bucket of suck. That plan was for the family to take me out for a nice meal and adore me. It may have to be an at-home adoring.
Joan started my day out with a big ol' smile: a personalized birthday card with this on the front...
The inside of the card telling me I am the best Cat Dad. Which is true. I was there when they voted. And then an 8x10 composite photo with these images...
Joan found a company that takes your photos and uses AI to create these fun images. She was right: it made me smile, through the coughing and wheezing.
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