Turning 38 is much worse than turning 37. It’s been a hell of a year, lemme tell you. I’d write the details, but it’s my birthday and I want to stay in a good mood.
This year I got the biggest gifts-a Mustang and a refrigerator. Yep.
And flowers, the prettiest bouquet I have ever seen. All my favourites are bunched in there-and if anyone could tell me what the dark purple ones are (no, not the irises), they look like lupins but they’re not lupins, please tell me.
Nice way to greet the day.
Thanks to everyone that made it a memorable birthday! And thanks for the outpouring of love, right back at ya!