My gift this year is dog stairs for my bed for Lady.
Man, has my delight in my birthday changed. Just reading that makes me feel like I am *this close* to being a shut in with 15 cats and an obsessive consumer of Funyons and frozen burritos.
On the bright side, this adorable puppy is worth it, no?
And since I also spent the entire year thinking I was already 38, I would say I have bigger problems than wanting doggie stairs for my birthday.
(Did I mention I was born in 1974?) (Yeah.)
I’ve also decided that since I am reliving 38 again I have GOT to find a better way for it to go.
I will settle for none of my vertebrae exploding this year. (Hey, I’m not picky.)