Tuesday, August 18, 2009

No, I haven't been celebrating continuously since Friday night.

Be darned if I remember what we did, but it wasn't due to the consumption of inebriants (I almost said inebriates). Here's what I've been up to:
Friday - turned 46.
Saturday - got bifocals.
Sunday - went to Walmart.
Monday - sawed up a small tree that fell over in my yard.

Don't need the Metamucil yet, but there are rumblings.

9 comments:

The probligo said...

Happy Birthday, Al!

Al said...

Thank you, Bob. I should have mentioned that yesterday evening, after stacking the tree chunks, my daughters and I lay down on the lawn under the big maple tree and watched the clouds change color as the sun set.

The probligo said...

Now that was a GOOD way to spend an evening...

T. F. Stern said...

Happy Birthday, you know you're getting old when you start going out to dinner at 5pm or earlier.

The probligo said...

Re the metamucil...

I prefer rolled oats myself. The traditional kind, not the processed minced variety that some manufacturers produce

Al said...

[Note to self: every once in a while, I should check that what I wrote actually posted.]

TF: Thank you. And check: these days, if we don't head out to eat the moment I get home from work, we're not going. Is that the only thing on the checklist?

Prob: Rolled oats, you say. You mean use actual, naturally grown food, lol? [Hmm. What do the stylemeisters think about where I put that "lol"?] I wonder if I'll remember that helpful hint when the time comes.

Nothing said...

Happy B Day you old gezzer. Two years older and you are so much wiser.

Off topic: I had to get rid of the blog, myspace, mystupidface, etc because of work.

Nothing

LibertyBob said...

It sounds like you had a good birthday. That's a good thing.

By the way, you probably should not mention "Metamucil" and "rumblings" together.

Steve Burri said...

Only 46?

Hope I'm not that crotchety when I turn 46.

Happy belated birthday, Al!