With apologies to Tolkien fans
– Bruce Graham
Chocolate cake with chocolate icing. If there is anything closer to heaven on earth than that, it would have to do with good friends who insist that you go out and buy yourself dessert on your birthday. And it would have to do with a good man who sat at the table and sang “Happy Birthday” to me with half a smile on his face, just to please me. And maybe it has just a little to do with cats of all sizes and colors that never quite give up that last vestige of kittenhood (yes, that even means you, Warrior Princess – I saw you chasing the kitten around last night and apparently enjoying yourself at it).
Both Sister the Elder and Sister the Younger called last night. Younger called while I was out buying my cake, and left “Happy Birthday” sung to me on the phone. Elder called shortly after I returned with cake in hand, and sang the same tune, in the same slightly sharp voice. I sing with the same voice as well. It isn’t that we can’t hear we’re sharp, we just can’t control our voices enough to do anything about it. Made for some amazing harmonies when we were younger. Now it’s just an ongoing joke with no punchlines. It may explain why I’m going deaf in my left ear though – that’s my “phone ear”.
My nine thousandth visitor was from Michigan, earlier this morning. If anyone wants to take claim, feel free. There’s no prize, though. I might try to come up with a prize for 10,000th visitor, though. (Anyone want a kitten?)
Best I get back to work. I’ll save my credit card saga for later.