I thought today was Friday.
However, tomorrow is Friday.
Ain’t that spectacular?
Pat has another week left before she retires.
Scottie goes on vacation next week.
Chewy is leaving tomorrow.
I am still an idiot.
I will be toothless on Tuesday.
Looks like I better live it up this weekend!
Can you imagine?
A liquid diet for 6 weeks?
My insurance company called today.
They cut my home insurance from $1400 to $600!
I am ready to buy a few cases of RedBreast.
I can’t handle RedBreast, unless of course, I am in Times Square, free falling.
So, let’s agree to this:
No birthday this year.
I am old enough.
I don’t want a cake.
I don’t want a party.
I prefer to let this birthday slip slide away.
I ain’t up for it.
Would you be?
Let’s just pretend that I am 200 years old, living life in Pennsy, as a woman Buddha.
My mantra for you:
Go for whatever it is that makes you happy.
And don’t forget to invite me.