Today the blog is seven.
Imagine the pinata is half-filled with not exactly the sweetest litotes-flavored candies.
Today the blog is seven.
Imagine the pinata is half-filled with not exactly the sweetest litotes-flavored candies.
An impressively long and heartening string of birthday wishes poured in today
over on Facebook. Add to that a couple of phone calls, a couple of cards, lunch
with friends, and an improvised cake+ice cream social with Is.’s neighborhood
pals, and, well, turning thirty-five hasn’t gone too badly. In fact, it
has all in all been pleasant.
Our dog had a birthday yesterday. I’m not accustomed to holding a grand celebratory event for a pet’s birthday, but Is. made a convincing case for the baking of cup cakes (with ice cream) in Y.’s honor. She also made a strong pitch for her own part as Y.’s surrogate when it came to extinguishing the candles. So that’s how it was.