I have an acquaintance (she was a friend of my deceased sister-in-law, Sheri) who is a author among other impressive things. Not gonna’ lie… she’s way out there different and would likely be happy to know I said that about her. She recently had a birthday, and at her celebration they started a new tradition.
A symphony of life.
Everyone at the celebration was to choose a word to describe her and SING their word of choice at the same time as the others sang their word choice. All together it “created of symphony” of her life. Perry barely got an off-key version of “Happy Birthday” and was darned lucky to get that. His cake had 5 purple candles to symbolize 50… and 2 pink to make 52.
We embraced the same old traditions…
Like… not getting ONE group photo without someone being stupid.
The pesky neighbors didn’t get the memo. They look the same in every photo. 🙂
It only went downhill from that point…
I went to bed without even cleaning up the mess.
When I crawled in bed last night, the trash can needed emptying and there were 400 forks and spoons in the sink. It was all worth it though — Perry said he had a great birthday. ❤️
Now you know: New York City is owed over $1 billion in unpaid parking tickets and speeding fines.