Another birthday is in the books and three people that typically sing to me on my birthday didn’t this year. They’ve got a whole 365 days to get ready for March 17th, 2023 — and I expect perfection. I missed hearing the Marilyn Monroe voice, for sure.
Yet another COVID birthday.
Since Ben is still COVID positive, it wasn’t in the cards to have a family type celebration yesterday. Coco called to wish me a happy birthday and she let me know she would sing but she’d just eaten and that messes with her vocal cords. (WHAT?)
My favorite brother and sister-in-law called and sang birthday wishes… and the Peskies called and sang to me too. I’m thinking about giving all four of them next year off.
And then, Perry bought himself a new Samsung watch for my birthday. 😏
It’s exactly like when I was a kid and Scott always got a gift on my birthday. Sure I got one on his birthday too — but you forget that when someone’s tearing the paper on a cool gift when it’s YOUR special day. Happy my birthday, Perry!
TIL (Today I Learned): The UK had a poll to choose the two worst named cities. Ranked #1 was the hamlet of Shitterton and #2 was the clifftop valley of Scratchy Bottom. (And we cringe at French Lick, Indiana.)