Today would have been my dad's birthday, had he not been a smoker and contracted emphysema. It is also my older dog Molly's birthday. She is 6 today. She will get some doggy ice cream later. Shhh, it's a surprise.
Friday is Vampire day at my house. He is my massage therapist from Transylvania, Romania. He does incredible things to my muscles and joints. A vampiric foot massage just about makes my eyes roll up. I walk so much, my poor feet take a lot of abuse. He gets me just about in a trance state by the time the hour is over.
He swears there is no such thing as a vampire.
So why did raw cat sound good after he left? Do you think this is a bad thing?
7 comments:
..emphysema got my daddy, too...cigs are evil. Raw cat..eeks, I better not post anymore kitty pics..E :)
Raw cat? Eek!!!
LMAO
Connie
Yeah my mother died way too young at 60 after quitting cigs and booze, she did have 5 years though...it's such a waste of wonderful people. I have 4 cats, which one to do want???? how ' bout the $500 cat he's nice and fat too! Happy birthday MOlly!!! rose~
You know what, maybe this should be my last pack. I know you keep telling me the evils of smoking and the benes of quitting. I am glad I don't drink though.
I am sorry you daddy is gone. How old would he have been?
Tell Molly Happy Birthday. I hope you feel good after the massage.
Hugs,
Anita
I hope that Molly had a good birthday.
Im telling you, I soooo need my very on vampire!
hugs,
Kathi
That's interesting about the same day, bittersweet.
Best Wishes,
Debi
I am so pleased to find your journal via the Editor's Pick at AOL. Whether or not you recognize it, you do have a wonderful way with words! I absolutely howled when I got to the end of this entry! Here kitty, kitty indeed!! Thank you for your blog.
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