Ok, so it’s the weekend what’s this about the weirdness? Heck if I know! I’m just feeling all weird around the edges because next week four days apart are two very special days for two very special people in my life. One is me (yes I am so very very special and no cracks from the peanut gallery, if you please! We have big no necked bouncers to throw you out if you do) and the other is my son. By now I’m sure you’ve guessed what I’m on about….next week is our birthdays!!! Go us! Go us! I won’t be able to celebrate his with him this year but rest assured that crazy mom here is going to do her level best to show him motherly love – and embarrassment – from a distance. No ideas on how yet other than the birthday card I made for him but I’m working on it. He is the best son any mother could ever ask for and I love him more than he will ever know. Awwwwww! Enough with the mushy – onward and upward with the wacky.
Me? What am I going to do? Haven’t the foggiest idea! But because I signed up for every place I could think of that gives out freebies for your birthday I am set for several reduced and free meals and many deserts and a few extra percents off at some clothing stores. The free breakfast is the first one I’m jumping on. Poor DH is caught between a rock and a hard place though, poor boy. We can’t go away anywhere to celebrate because he is up to his armpits in rabid projects at work – phooey! And last night he had the audacity to say shopping for me or surprising me is a crap shoot because there exists a 50% chance I will return whatever he gets me as a present and I change my mind at blurring speeds when it comes to restaurants I like. How could he say such things? Sounds like something the male of the species would say in order to cover his – ahem – keister. Nope! There is no basis in fact for his assumptions; alright, perhaps there is a small percentage amount +/- 5 percent that is valid. Remember I have the no necked bouncers on standby if you dare, I mean, wish to voice a challenge to my calculations.
¿Cuántos años voy a ser? No estoy diciendo! But anyway I intend on starting the week long “It’s my birthday and I’m going to do whatever I bloody well please!” dance starting today. Who knows what I may get into or where I may go and the next several blog posts may be who knows what 🙂
Alright! Why a duck? Why that…why a duck? Why a no chicken?
The West Indian Whistling Duck – Grand Cayman – Species Vulnerable