I had imagined I would be spending my birthday in Mexico. As I walked Lazlo this morning I tried to conjure up visions of walking through Mexico villages in the mornings and all the associated sounds. Mini-mediation, like.Spending the day with Keith was my number one priority, so I helped him out at the golf course, prepping for Ladies' Night (must be said like Leon Phelps for full effect). And I took Lazlo swimming at Tolo Lake, afterwhich we took an emergency ride to the vet because I sent him chasing a ball over a downed barb-wire fence.
Doc said no stitches necessary.
Then I got pulled over by a trooper for going 53 in a 45. Great. Just great. Got away without a ticket, lucky as that was. Maybe he noticed it was my birthday.
3 comments:
Happy Birthday taco lady! soooo glad to know you, your comments always crack me up.
viva la hulahula.
ariba ariba happy birthday:)
how come you aren't still in mexico?
i had been wondering about that!
i blogspot just for the friends i know in the mix, btw...
FPT--
a) we ran out of money
b) we were getting travel weary
c) the dog was about to frag
i will add your blog to my favorites!
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