I know there was something I am supposed to celebrate. What was that?
Now I remember: It's my birthday!
Another year gone by.
I'll have a glass of champagne anyway.
When the flaming-orange tom was brought to the local animal shelter, he was messy. And he stank. That darn cat never took his eyes off me. They were not quite green and not quite yellow; they were round, and alert, and reflected light like precious stones set in orange gold. ‘Don’t even think about it,’ I told him. E-Book and Paperback available from Amazon.com http://www.amazon.com/Inge-H.-Borg/e/B006QYQKUS -- Also check other writings at: http://devilwinds.blogspot.com/
OOH HAPPY BIRTHDAY! *CHEERS*
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ReplyDeleteThanks for the good wishes, my friends; the cards get fewer while the year-count gets higher (sigh). And still so much to write.
ReplyDeleteHappy birthday! Yes, the year count gets higher but it seems people are more likely to wish someone a happy birthday on Facebook than through a greeting card these days!
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday! Now that is a good reason to celebrate if ever there was one. :-)
ReplyDeleteStephanie and Kirsten - thanks for the wishes; yes, I did celebrate with friends, a glass of excellent wine, and the Kentucky Derby winner (alas, the latter not in person but on TV - although I did wear a hat to stay in style).
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