This week I turn WAY OLDER. What shall I do for myself? I wish Super 8 was opening this weekend, then there would be nothing to decide. Lately I’ve had the strongest urge to go swimming. I probably wouldn’t last very long, I’d get out of breath quickly, and I don’t own a bathing suit, but I just feel like doing it. I wish I knew someone who had a pool.
Buddy, my beautiful cancer boy. He is still doing amazingly well. He was diagnosed what? A year and a half ago? And he’s still going strong.
7 thoughts on “My Birthday Week”
Because he is awesome. Look at that face.
Do you hear that Buddy! The internet and Melissa have declared you AWESOME. (Thank you!)
The only consolation I can offer you is the satisfaction that I privately receive when I mull over the fact that girls who dumped me are now eligible for social security. Ha!
Buddy seems to be developing a vaguely oriental, sage-like countenance. His appearance suggests one who is observing life with a certain detached wisdom.
Congrats to Buddy for being a survivor, and for your intervention to give him a longer life.
Happy Birthday! I’ll be 60 next December, and actually looking forward to it; will be able to start receiving late husband’s SSI, which will help me financially. Especially with everything getting more expensive!
NICE. I mean, not nice the reason for getting it, of course, but nice to get the financial help.
Thank you, Greg!
Go Buddy! He looks great — you’ve obviously done all the right things for him. My kitties all tip their invisible kitty hats to him.
I just turned 48 last week and I have to say, it feels like a really good number. I probably wouldn’t be saying that if life sucked, obviously — I’m not that existential — but life is good and 48 feels fine and I’m finally at an age where I can say “I don’t suffer fools gladly” with a straight face. / = priceless.
Hi Lisa! 48 is a GREAT age!! And thanks for saying Buddy looks great. I just told him you said so.