Why is it that an adult birthday means you still have to get your work done?
And maybe make your own cake? (Luckily, this year, the Mama's here to do it.)
And you see a few more wrinkles and gray hairs in the mirror?
And your little brother sends a card to "The Old Lady?"
But the Brick gave me breakfast in bed, and a loving kiss. Now that's a birthday present worth savoring. Trent at the Simple Dollar is right -- it's those small moments that make life worth living.
Lots of jobs to finish off --
*Mint to cut and dry for the chickies, as a supplement. Yes, we have that much mint; so far, I've filled a large garbage can with the stuff. The mint has taken over a good half of the large flower bed by the house, applied for its own city designation, and is beginning to Have Designs against the cowering rose bushes. (Who can blame them.)
*The chicken coop to clean out and re-stuff with straw.( I've got to fill a second garbage can with feed, too...otherwise, the mice help themselves.)
No eggs yet...darn it.
A beautiful fall day, though, makes chores almost a pleasure to do.
Hope your weekend's peaceful, too.