Eric got up early and went to Starbucks for me.
Eric gave me a lovely antique brooch and a book.
I went to work and my boss was out of town.
I sneezed and threw my back out.
I cried. It hurt.
I came home to find that the dogs had jumped up on counter, pulled down and eaten the pineapple upside down cake that Eric had made for me for my birthday, while also managing to turn on one of the burners of the gas stove.
The house did not burn down.
It was a good birthday.
Everyone lived, nothing was burned down, and nobody was arrested. Sounds like a good birthday to me.
ReplyDeleteYeah. Except for the whole John Lennon Died X Years Ago Today thing that always hangs over my birthday. I could do without that.
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