Birthdays need to be celebrated…for long stretches.
If you aren’t celebrating then there is a good chance you are not present, if you know what I mean.

Yesterday was David’s birthday and his biker bitch wanted it to be a smooth road.
Breakfast in bed is a given.
I was up early sautéing smoked salmon, sweet onions and folding the concoction into an omelette along with grilled fingerling potatoes and cappuccinos.
Satiated, we took a sunrise stroll on the beach.
Unfortunately, work interferes with life’s pleasures so after present opening hoopla, David had to confront reality.
After Pilates, I picked the birthday boy up and whisked him off to lunch al fresco, with more surprises and a birthday cake.
Food is obviously an integral part of all life’s highlights.
Yet again, David slunk back to servitude, but the day was young.
Dinner at a new, fabulous restaurant in Hollywood framed the evening’s gaiety.
The full birthday fantasy comes to fruition next week when we jet off into the friendly skies of United to a island in the Gulf of Mexico for a joint birthday celebration.
Yahoo, let them eat cake.
Anyway, I am now anticipating three weeks of joint birthday merriment.
Hopefully, upon our return from beyond the southern border, the wall will not deter our arrival and we can return to a Trumpless America.
Happy birthday, my wild and crazy May baby.
Happy Joyous Healthy Birthday Wishes!!!!!