I saw an article the other day about all the amazing things people are doing with the spare time the pandemic shutdowns are providing them.
Some were worth while.
Did Rufus McToofus need his very own adirondack chair to celebrate accordingly?
That’s so special it hurts.
What do you suppose those ducks are posting on social media? Can someone please investigate and report back. I’d hate for those ducks to have a more interesting blog than mine.
A worthy use of time.
This short and completely ridiculous post is for James , a new blog friend who recently had a birthday and didn’t receive that one special gift he’d been hoping for.
So because his clueless family let him down?
Happy Birthday James.
The gift you never knew you wanted.
I’ve never been thrilled with celebrating my birthday.
I don’t want a party.
I don’t want to stand on a restaurant table and have waiters sing to me. What am I…. 3?
And please, don’t throw me a surprise party. If people jump out behind doors and furniture and scare me? They’re apt to get punched.
The older I get the less I enjoy the event, so a nice dinner out and some flowers is usually how my husband marks the occasion. But after seeing what my girlfriend’s hubby did for her?
I realize mine has been slacking for a long time.
This was her birthday present.
A convertible 442 Olds.
But the really amazing part was this was what it looked like when he first bought it:
A year long full restoration?
Now that’s true love.