Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me. If I’m posting, it’s a new day. Happy Thursday all you had bitches. It’s Thursday, and it’s also my birthday. The coffee is brewing and we are watching the news.

I opened my present from Crystal and it’s a new robo vacuum! Toaster was good when it was just me. He was ok when it was me and Pippin. But add another cat and another human, Toaster just couldn’t keep up. So for my birthday, I asked for a new one. I’ll set up the little cylon when I get home from work today.

I don’t feel old. And truth be told, I don’t even know how old I am. 46? 45? 102? Who knows. It’s a mystery. And quite frankly, at this point, I’m afraid to ask.

Damn the coffee tastes good this morning. It’s almost the end of the week! We can make it people! Happy Thursday y’all!