Well I am the ripe old age of 42 today for real. I've been claiming that age for months now. Every laugh line and wrinkle and gray hair are mine, I earned them all. That goes for the rolls of fat that have appeared to be happy to have residence on my body. Gee, soon I can start a bakery with all these rolls. OK, enough we all get the picture, I'm ok with how old I am and how I am.

Today is a great day to look forward to as I have an appointment with SVEN, my own personal massuese. Plus, Bill says it is a "ME" day, I don't have to do a thing or lift a finger. All I can say is Otis Redding is floating threw my head singing..."Sitting by the dock of the bay" I've got a big bottle of Mudslide mix, anyone can stop over for a Mudslide.

My birthday present is going away next weekend for an extended weekend, leaving Sunday, coming back Thursday. We are going to check out our new place we are buying in a retirement complex. Our offer was accepted, we have to see it ourselves and then the process starts for the mortgage. In 4-6 weeks we'll have the closing and be homeowners. And I'll be a displaced yank in Southern territory. :head_hurts: living in a retirement complex.

Petey the Pomeranian just doesn't get it. I keep telling him, he has to learn to tone it down, loose his northern cocky attitude, become a southern boy.... He's wearing a red collar, that certifies him as a red neck I think. I'm running out of treats trying to teach him "Heeey" but we'll blend in I'm sure...... :bouncing_off_wall:

Pam

PS... I used Febreeze on this, it was musty, had dropped to page 2.