Another one bites the dust...
Once again, darling hubby scoops me on a post I was about to write. Oh well, he says it all quite well here.
Yes, I survived another birthday. And, once again, no birthday cake (true, last year I did get a butter tart with a candle in it). Sigh. I refuse to make my own cake.
I did, however, get a great rendition of Happy Birthday sung to me in a kick-ass lounge style.
To all of you who sent me happy thoughts or best wishes, I thank you - it really means a lot to me. I know how crazy this time of year can get.
Yes, I survived another birthday. And, once again, no birthday cake (true, last year I did get a butter tart with a candle in it). Sigh. I refuse to make my own cake.
I did, however, get a great rendition of Happy Birthday sung to me in a kick-ass lounge style.
To all of you who sent me happy thoughts or best wishes, I thank you - it really means a lot to me. I know how crazy this time of year can get.