Waiting for the Malt-O-Meal
Steven has given me my birthday present early: a generous gift certificate for Kabuki Hot Springs. So I am off to soak my old bag this morning; I shall start my 93th year tomorrow scrubbed a bit cleaner. Love him. Great guy. I have decided that I like when my birthday falls. It is now too late. To order that last frantic present, to beg off the in-laws caroling party, to buy a tree. It is now time to grab your favorite alcohol and fluffy slippers and crawl back into bed if you so desire. Happy Solstice.