Birthday Bashes
Today is my wife’s 67th. Yesterday was my 68th. Did we hug it out for two days straight? No, we did not. Why? Because she and Mashie hopped on a flight to Paris Wednesday night. It was tough spending one of my favorite Hallmark holidays all alone. I played this on a loop most of the day. I only stopped it to have a 42 minute conversation with my superannuated brother and to bask in the love I received via email, text and FB.
Fortunately, I have people that realize how much birthdays mean to me. #1 and Barbie invited me over for dinner along with #2. Steaks, truffle mac & cheese and grilled asparagus were on the menu. All very nice, but what the hell kind of bday party features the birthday boy supplying the cake? SB1 and LGMG sent me a scrumptious chocolate confection, so I decided to share.
As usual, I’m trying to stay away from news regarding our current Presidential administration, with its “do unto others and then split” ethos, but sadly some sludge is oozing through. I thought National Security Adviser and Signalgate moron Mike Walz was gone, but they are just playing a game of whack-a-mole, with him popping up as UN Ambassador nominee. And one White House insider described Russia envoy Steve Witkoff as a “nice guy, but a bumbling f---ing idiot. He should not be doing this alone”. He purportedly used a Kremlin translator at times. On the plus side, it looks like Musk is fading away "to get back home to his cars."
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