I've been floating along on a cloud the past two weeks, blissfully free of the normal structure in my life. My brain needed the break - it's good to shake up routine every now and then. The problem is I lost track of time and let a dear friend's birthday sneak up on me. I remembered in time to drop a 'belated' card in the mailbox on the actual day, but it was another two days before it hit me that this was a BIG birthday - the big 60!
I had known this, had thought about it on his 59th last year and again on MY birthday this year (because he's my ex-brother-in-law and I've always given him a hard time about being "a whole decade" older than me!) and then sometime between then and now the thought just got bumped from my brain. I hate when that happens.
What's really sad is the same thing happened last year - his birthday just snuck up on me (here's last year's "oops" post!) I guess instead of spring fever I get summer fever. Not a good excuse, though.
At any rate, here's wishing you a wonderful 60th birthday, Boyce...I hope it's the best ever!
