I had a very nice day.
I was wined and dined and even got flowers. I went out shopping and bought two new outfits.
My cat, Hunter, decided I was having too much fun and made me take her to the vet. Even there, I was cheerful. Hey, I wasn’t the one getting my temperature checked. She’s gained 1/2 pound, but is still infected from the fight she had with the neighbor’s cats. She goes back again next week for a recheck. Today she got more antibiotics.
A December birthday can be challenging. As in – why don’t we get you something really big and call it your birthday/Christmas present? That didn’t happen this year. 🙂
My friend – I call him my man friend, because I like the sound of it – doesn’t think I should buy a bicycle. So I ordered one today. I was going to get it anyway. I’ve been thinking about it a lot. He thinks I will fall off it. He says to wait until next spring. Hey, if the weather is prettier every day, I’ll ride it more and then I really might fall off it. Besides, I’m not getting any younger.
But I’m 364 days away from my next birthday, and at my age, that’s cause for celebration!