As I stated below, today was roommate Steve's 40th birthday. I wasn't able to come up with the black balloons and the fake grave plot that I wanted to, but artistic license was enough to make up for it.
The card I got him was one of those old people's cards, and my verse playfully struck a nerve: "Happy 70th (oops), 60th (oops), 50th (oops), whatever (more acceptable) birthday this one is!" Names like "Old Relic", "Antique", and "Afterthought" filled the house tonight. He's got four years to get me for that. (You can fill in the "oops" words with the choice words you might be thinking about.)
But who ended up having the birthday celebration? I was elated & honored to have Sheila here for a few hours tonight. The friendship grows stronger with each passing day, and she is truly a treasure. We even sang a little bit off my 390-song-strong music database. I've never been around a girl who has such fun out of the little things. It is enjoyable to see.
Steve, meanwhile, decided to buy some Miller Lite and watch DVDs all night. He barely got one beer down before it was "Big Macs over the fence". He looked like he'd gone through the whole six-pack. At this writing, he's still not feeling well, and I'm wondering if he's caught the little flu bug that's been going around.
Or perhaps the "story of his life" bit him again. He bought a brand-new DVD recorder, but can't even get the DVD drawer to open; never mind the fact he can't set the clock. You would have to be here to see what I mean exactly, but electronic items don't go hand in hand with him. He has used the hammer as a destructive tool several times around the house in the four years we've been here. It's always been humorous to watch, but too much bad luck with anything electronic will get blood pressure to boil. I laugh with him, but feel for his bad luck sometimes.
