when a day becomes a weekend, a week, a month

nah.. not going to write it

Saturday’s bday party for Dad was good. My cake made it. Tastiness abounded. Cyndie made a nice tenderloin of beef. mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

my heel decided to really act up, so yesterday, I rested it most of the day. between cleaning spurts of activity. but it still kept me awake. So, I think I may have to get to a doctor on it. that is going to have to wait until I have some money. seems that everyone is taking their sweet time in paying what they owe these days.

and Mike, well, let’s just say I am not real happy right now.