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Well that certainly was an odd, odd weekend. Maybe it was all that Jesus stuff.

The very first thing Saturday morning, mrpeene was huddled in bed when I heard an all too familiar crash from R Man’s bathroom. R Man had gotten up too fast and passed out again, but this time he hit his head on the corner of the vanity on his way down. A truly, truly impressive amount of blood.
He got cleaned up and refused to listen to my increasingly shrill demands that we immediately go to the emergency room. I retaliated by turning on the House and Garden channel, which he hates. After two and half shows focusing on the dubious merits of various cracker box dumps, he caved in and off we went. The eventual verdict: too much blood pressure medicine and getting up too quickly. Then we went to have pizza.
I spent Saturday night cooking for a lunch party we had today. Braised beef short ribs, buttermilk mashed potatoes, pasta with pomodoro sauce. Tres yummy. Tomorrow is my birthday and this was a celebration. Oh, and SuperAgent Fred gave me a tee shirt that say “EEEEEEEEEEEE. Lady Bits.” Plus a super delicious strawberry and whipped cream cake.
All in all, except for hanging around yet another round of hospital waiting rooms, a top notch weekend.

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  1. oh lord, mr. P.
    I'm sending you loads of positive energy out there, trust me.
    I think the force of it might have caused a slight tremor in fact. Sorry about that.

    Seriously though, I'm hoping you have a wonderful birthday!

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  2. Good graciousness! Even with the head wound your weekend was so much better than mine. My 17 year Jack Russell decided to shit all over the house! After cleaning up that mess a respite in an ER sounds like a spa day. I'm better than this, I tell you!

    But please give R Man a kiss from me (you can slip him the tongue – he likes that) and tell him to be careful. Doesn't he understand that we are all counting on him to make you happy in your senior years?

    Oh, its your birthday is it? Well happiest of birthdays to you – if you were here I'd make you a lemon chocolate chip sponge cake from scratch.

    Hugs, SJK

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  3. R Man is really putting you through your paces these days…
    what we do for the men we love!

    Happy Birthday, I hope I look as good as you when I am your age.

    Thinking of you both with white light & love…

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  4. Happy Birthday! Birthdays are nature’s way of telling us to eat more cake.

    Bette is impressive, but Booker T ain't so shabby either.

    Enjoy!

    I share with a not so impressive Johanns Bach, Peter the Great, Alan Alda, Susan Sontag, Nicolas Sarkozy, evil ass Rick Warren, and Jackson Pollack ( only cool one in bunch)

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