I dislike that popcorn ceiling. This is a pretty sturdy birthday balloon. And tomorrow morning I am going to put it on a friend’s door knob. She is well into her 10th decade.
Been mopey for the last couple of weeks. So, while having a hurkle-durkle this afternoon I gave myself a good talking-to. Propelled self out of bed. The least I could do was empty the trash, recycle, and compost. Plus run the dishwasher.
I want a neater closet. Shazaam didn’t work. It’s supposed to rain AGAIN tomorrow. Maybe I’ll put my headphones on punch up a mix of Charles Mingus and The Dead and do neat. Or maybe I’ll just listen to music and drink coffee until the desire for a neater closet goes away.
Tonight. My Asylum Family is celebrating March Birthdays. We have two. There will be mediocre food, maybe wine, snarky cards, cake, ice cream, coffee. And lots of laughs.
There was just a knock on my door. It was Management. Bearing a corrected Birthday Card. And. BEERS.
Fortunately, I was fully dressed and had tidied up the Old Bat’s Cave a bit.
Happy birthday miss 😉