Have a great b-day, osso. And many more.
Just remember Osso, you are not getting older, you are getting better.
Happy Birthday.
Happy Birthday, darlin'. I hope you have a great dinner to celebrate and that you write about it after, of course.
Champagne truffles for the birthday girl. (Dese are da best.)
Enjoy your day.
Hope you get a birthday wish. Hope the wish comes true.
yeah, everyone within five feet of osso
Just lost a post in waiting while I looked up how to spell the wine.. grrrrrr.
So, we recently saw Diane. She had gone for a couple of short walks in the morning, I was glad to hear. When we got there, she was sitting in a chair attached to some tubular extravagance and joking with the nurse. What a good site for sore eyes...
She said she liked the morphine pump and was relieved she couldn't use too much, that it was calibrated to have a certain limit, but that she could feel free to push it as needed. She said she was starting to need to sleep, so we didn't stay long, left her with the nurse..
We were going to go to Route 66 Cafe (the hospital is on old route 66 too), but missed the turnaround, so went on to Vivace, a good italian restaurant here. Just as well, as #66 is an inyourface age reminder...
Vivace is nice and quiet on a Monday at whatever time we made it, so it was restful. I had spaghetti alla putanesca and dys had linguine ai gamberi; he had iced tea; I got a glass of Terre di Tufi (Teruzzi e Puthod), a white, and he tried it. Not bad, but a bit sweet under the tufo stoniness for both our tastes. Followed by good coffee.
Some afternoon we'll go back there with a group and make our own crowd. In the evening, it is something of a madhouse...
Happy birthday, Osso!
We know that the last few days have been stressful for you. I hope that, in addition to having lunch with Dys, you get to have a fine dinner with some nice wine.
Happy B'Day!!!!!
How many spanks do you need?
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ossobuco wrote:Just lost a post in waiting while I looked up how to spell the wine.. grrrrrr.
So, we recently saw Diane. She had gone for a couple of short walks in the morning, I was glad to hear. When we got there, she was sitting in a chair attached to some tubular extravagance and joking with the nurse. What a good site for sore eyes...
She said she liked the morphine pump and was relieved she couldn't use too much, that it was calibrated to have a certain limit, but that she could feel free to push it as needed. She said she was starting to need to sleep, so we didn't stay long, left her with the nurse..
We were going to go to Route 66 Cafe (the hospital is on old route 66 too), but missed the turnaround, so went on to Vivace, a good italian restaurant here. Just as well, as #66 is an inyourface age reminder...
Vivace is nice and quiet on a Monday at whatever time we made it, so it was restful. I had spaghetti alla putanesca and dys had linguine ai gamberi; he had iced tea; I got a glass of Terre di Tufi (Teruzzi e Puthod), a white, and he tried it. Not bad, but a bit sweet under the tufo stoniness for both our tastes. Followed by good coffee.
Some afternoon we'll go back there with a group and make our own crowd. In the evening, it is something of a madhouse...
Oh, wait... it's Tuesday.
And that's s i g h t..
Molte grazie for all the auguri...
