Good grief. Woke up. Stiff. Eyes burning. What’s going on?
It’s my birthday. Another one.
Good grief. Stumbled to the kitchen. Took a pill. What’s going on?
It’s my birthday. Another one added to ALL the other ones.
Good grief. Telephone’s ringing. Do I answer or not?
“Happy birthday, Mom”.
Hey, it’s my birthday!
(Next best B-day present for me? Lots of hits on my website and this blog!!! www.annrichduncan.com.)