Happy Belated Birthday Self, You Tiger, You.

It was muh birthday yesterday.  Wee-oooo!  I'm 92 32 now, Readers. Ugh.  Anyhow,  I have an upper respiratory infection and have had to cancel 2 birthday parties now.  One Poker-Ukulele party that I am particularly bummed over, but I decided not to get my gross germs all over playing cards and pass on this plague all around the table to my friends AND win all of their money.  *sigh*  I really tried to will myself better so that I wouldn't have to cancel, but I keep coughing up these:

And I'm running out of places to hide them.   I think my friends would notice, they have wee beady eyes for stuff like that.   

So I cancelled. 

Then I was supposed to go to a family dinner and had to cancel that too.  Boooo...  But I did get to go out for a fancy lunch with my 7 year old.  We had fries.  We made angry french fry-brows, frylashes, Fry-mpires with bloody ketchup teeth, butter-fries, fryangles, frystaches, got fry-tened and then decided that we were pretty good fry-ends.  We also arm wrestled and I lost.  All in all a pretty good birthday lunch. 

But the good news is that maybe I'm feeling better finally today?  There might still be a little fur in my sinuses, but no full blown gremlin-cats like all week.  When I feel better, I'll ukulele something up for you.  I haven't had a voice for a few days so I can't sing, unless you like gagging-hack-coughs coupled with peppy ukulele music.  It could work?