N's husband rustled up the few of us for a last minute gathering at their home to celebrate N's birthday. Some couldn't make it, but many of us could. He wondered what he could order for dinner, and we flat out told him pizza and pastas, Italian, to make it all fuss-free and painless. Delivery would be dependable and quick. Nobody would be there to pig out lah. Something simple would be the best to create minimal hassle for the hosts too.
It was a lovely evening catching up with friends. Of course I over-ate — couldn't resist the various pastas and I obviously drank too much too. But gosh, thank goodness for those BBack pills (or DrinkAid or whatever). Without them, I'd have had a royal hangover. But I did have to mega-hydrate in order to keep functioning. Heh.
N's husband B gave us strict instructions not to bring gifts. So I didn't. I simply sent her flowers that arrived in the morning, and got small jars of cookies that would go well with their daily caffeine. N was happier celebrating at home than partying it up at a club or a restaurant. Everyone was comfortable hanging out and chatting — we didn't realize it was midnight! No wonder the floofs were restless — they wanted to pee and they wanted supper. Hahahaha.
With all my wishes for another year of fun and joy, N. For goodness sake, I should have gotten you a package at the osteopath. Stay injury-free! 🍅
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