Happy Birthday to me

It's the big five oh. I don't feel five oh. I don't feel any different than I've felt for the last 20 years or so. Oh, well.

I'm taking a personal holiday from work so I have the day off. I had planned on sleeping in, but my brother called at 6:57 a.m. to wish me happy birthday while on his way to work figuring I'd be on my way to work as well. We had a lovely chat for almost 40 minutes while he filled me in on his life as a country boy. There's Mike the rooster who is going to be dinner next week because he's dumb as a post. And there's the turkey that's going to be Thanksgiving dinner in '06. And the cats who hunt field mice. And the rabbits. And his vegetable garden. He's certainly taken to the country life.

As soon as I get dressed - yes, I'm lounging around in my jammies - I'm off to get the new license tag for my car and then I'm off to WalMart and Hobby Lobby to find some size 8 double pointed knitting needles and some yarn to make slippers. I think I may treat myself to lemon peppered chicken for lunch at my favorite steakhouse. And then it will be home to do laundry and stitch on the butterfly fairy. Oh, and I need to make a quick trip to the grocery store to buy more soup and fruit to have for lunch at work this week.

I'm off! Later, 'gators.