I apologize for the lack of blogging; my birthday was on Wednesday and I'm still recovering. No, alcohol wasn't the problem. At least not until tonight. Nope. I was pouting. Getting old stinks.
Tonight, however...different mood. Probably shouldn't post. Invited neighbors over for small party. Good party. Very good party. Nana and Buppa - you picked a bad time time to be out of town. You wouldda loved to hear all the neighborhood gossip. And we made it to one o'clock before you know who took out the bagpipes. Captive audience, you know. The boys in the band were quite enthralled. Mr. British Petroleum wants to get a set now. And he bought the local health club. Much to tell.
Mom and Dad - got your messages from Vegas. Thanks for trying to reach me. Hope you had a great time. Write if you need bail. Probably won't send it, but it would make for great blog post.
Margaret - missed you at Friday's game. I stopped a penalty kick. With my face. Now I look like skinnier version of W.C. Fields. Big red nose. Expecting call from Santa any day now. Also: loved, loved, loved the singing pigs birthday card!
Well. Pile of dishes in kitchen slightly smaller than Everest. Must attend. Thank goodness no one reads on the weekends.
Posted by Cathy at February 5, 2006 01:54 AMBest wishes, if belated, for your birthday.
BTW, getting old may stink, but the alternative has its disadvantages.
Posted by: aelfheld at February 5, 2006 10:38 AMHappy B-Day Cathy
Posted by: Zeb at February 6, 2006 12:05 PMSo sorry about your nose...I know how that feels!
I hope you're ok!