September 9, 2012
Nothing says Happy Birthday like kitty puke. It was not exactly a special day for himself, with the cats and I just trying to fit in around the new house, tired, upset, and cranky. His presents were delayed courtesy of schedule snafus and mail/shipping delays. At least I didn’t puke, and I managed to find the card I bought months ago. Neither one of us was up to going anywhere, so dinner was Chinese delivered to our door. Glad we’ve found a such good place; we have already had more Chinese here than in a year at the old place.