Deb, You've outdone yourself. Egg creams and dogs singing. Who could ask for more? Well, I could, but I'm a greedy bitch. BTW, I don't exactly follow the egg cream instructions, but mine comes out good.
osso, Crushed that you didn't call me Robbie. Is that a first? Uncrushed by the surfeit of chocolate. Slurp.
Mercy bow coo, jes and dj. I love dem birthdays.
Bethie, Look at dem dawgs. I miss my girls. But I love the pic. Thanks mucho.
This afternoon I had a meeting with my social worker. We were supposed to talk finance. She showed up with a dozen, white long-stemmed roses and a chocolate fancy shmancy cake. Also a card signed by everyone I know at the agency. I was thrilled. I asked if this is how all the clients were treated on their birthday. Nope. So far, just me. ??????
Tomorrow, my actual birthday, Sheila and I are going to our favorite Italian restaurant. Her birthday was a week and a half ago. I bring two candles.
Next week I'm having lunch with Sue (semiotterly). Her birthday was last week.
I love dem birthdays. And I treasure my birthday wish. One of the few official wishes we get. I've got two wishes lined up. One for the candle I put in the fancy shmancy cake and one for tomorrow with Sheila. Like I said, I'm a greedy bitch--but lovable.