My Asylum sisters keep having birthdays. But, that is a good thing. As long as we can eat cake and laugh at ourselves. I stressed the boundaries of the fancy dining room dress code by wearing leggings (which are not forbidden) and a graphic tee-shirt (which is verboten). Ms Marvel’s “cat” Goose/Chewie. Carol, the birthday sister has two cats. Including a yellow tomcat. So, my Goose tee just had to be worn on this occasion.
Speaking only for myself, I never planned on getting this old. Funny thing is, I am not planning on getting a lot older either. Nevermind that there are people here who are 20+ years older than me. Statistically, I have about 10 more years. OK, maybe. But, I doubt it.
If I live as long as Carlton did – I have 4 more years left.
Not morbid. Just is. Nobody is promised tomorrow. Do it today!
