Thirty of us, mostly gym junkies, turned out to celebrate Poobah's 94th birthday. It was great to see him all smiles. Stitch, too, and she was looking her best until we messed up her lipstick. I know they just loved seeing us, too, and we were all clean and dry and dressed up nice for a change. We even smelled pretty.
Little Bug wished for a gluten free dessert and her wish came true, so I have it now on good authority that telling others what you wish for does not jinx the outcome. So here I go:
- I wish we could do this more often - you know, get together and hug without having to apologize for being stinky and sweaty.
- I wish that I could eat pastry every day and not turn into a nerf ball.
- I wish everyone could just lose five pounds so we can all shut up about it.
- I wish I could wear cotton panties under my compression shorts without my ass looking lumpy.
- I wish that winter was really behind us and that spring will stay, because my tulips are blooming already and because winter, even a mild one, sucks.
- I wish I didn't get a sunburn everytime I linger on the back porch when the weather first turns lovely in springtime, but then again, I'm white and I have a white ass so I shouldn't expect otherwise.
- I wish I didn't have to have a mammogram (but I'm glad I've got tits).
- I wish my progressive lenses had the distance vision on the bottom instead of the top, so I could hold my head up and see where I'm going and at the same time disguise my crepey neck.
- I wish I could find my purple scarf and the other purple leather glove, since I only wore them out one night, to a bar, and I can't remember seeing them since, but this, I think, is just wishful thinking.
And I wish love to all of you. Poobah's party was SO much fun and you all behaved yourselves. So did I, for a change. xxx
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, POOBAH!!!
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