The cat celebrated by waking up and wanting the fire on and door open at 7 a.m. I celebrated by going back to bed and waking up at 10 a.m. I'm still not showered and dressed, I'm aiming to be by late this afternoon.
BOH rang and wanted to know what I'd like for a present. Refrained from saying "your crap out of the house." and went for a Magnum ice-cream when he comes to play with the car and the cat.
Mother rang and very happy with her new earphones. 4 years ago she was having trouble getting the hang of opening a can of cat food and now, she's playing a movie or CD on the portable viewer and reading books on her iPad. The earphones are to cut down the manic noise of her roomies. The new one only last two weeks, she went up the stairway to heaven at 5 this morning. Her granddaughter told me yesterday that she'd loved the Home and was having the best time in ages. Now that's the way to go out, having a good time.
My sister rang, that's it.
My granddaughters will catch up around September, maybe.
And after buying mother a cake, earphones, dvds and spending the afternoon with her, I forgot to buy a cake for me. Old. Memory loss.
13 comments:
You forgot to buy yourself a cake????
it should have been on your list in big red letters.
"CAKE FOR ME!!"
I see what your subconscious is doing; willing me to get over there and bake a lemon chiffon...
Anyway; HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
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Dreaming of that fence falling down is revealing that you feel constricted by being the support system, when you actually need a support system yourself.
A day with a slow start and a Magnum finish sounds pretty good to me.
Did you like your peacock tiara?
Happy Birthday Witchy!
River, it is on my list for tomorrow and I will even buy one for mother but mine will be bigger.
Annie O, thank you and I really want that tiara. I did like the glasses and I have a set of wine glasses and glass paint just waiting to be done.
Not one Magnum, he left 4 different. I was good I only ate 2, it was the choosing that killed me.
Thank you, George Brian Tarquin Peregrine Hughes. Are you cross-eyed in that photo?
No more than usual.
One can't say happy birthday too many times. Happy birthday. There, I've said it twice. O' Maid of Southland.
Thank you, Robbert but my ex didn't send a card the cad.
And reading the comments here I've just realized I still have ice-cream in the freezer. Birthday joy.
Oh my goodness it is cold, 10c in the RH Temple of Extreme Thought. And I've just had a thought; when you come here I'm taking you to the new Routleys, rear of Coles, we'll do the Pride of Erin in the car park.
-Robert.
After lunch of course.
Okay, so would you prefer a foxtrot?
Tango? You're never too old.
I like the idea, Tango among the shopping.
Hurry up, I'm of to Cairns soon. Annual pilgrimage. Staying at Cairns Tropical Heritage Hotel, dining at Bilbos cafe. That's right. Bilbos is run by Fred Mercury. Yes, he's still alive. "Looks nothing like him," says my psychotic friend. "What do you expect?" I says, "He's gotten older." Tell the truth, it's his little blonde waitress, that's why I go there, bacon and eggs, bra straps showing. Is Fred knocking her off, that's what I want to know. Hope not.
-Robert.
Ah, Robbert, definitely a Tango.
How could you leave use in this deep freeze of a city while you ogle some blonde in sunnier climes?
Gah, I thought I left a comment but Blogger must have et it.
Hugs and belated happys for your birthday.
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