Six! Congratulations, Leon! and Happy Birthday, Leon!
I’m going to do something really special for you, soon, in a few more minutes, as soon as I can force myself out of the chair, but you know this is sort of how it will go. (And for those that don’t know, doing the dishes is my REALLY special thing.)
I’m sitting with my feet on the table, then I put them on the floor, then Indian style. Then I twist and turn some more ’cause I sat too long. Then I force myself to get up and plug the laptop in (it’s down to 13% battery). Now, one would think, that since I got up anyway, I would walk straight to the kitchen. And I do.
But, there are dishes in the sink and when I see dishes in the sink I want to run away. So, I will probably walk in there and recoil at the sight and grab a bottle of water and then sort the laundry that I’ve already sorted, but more likely I will walk to the computer and check Leon’s email in case he’s too busy. Oh wait, that’s you. I switched tenses. Then I was going to make you a card, like usual, but I spend HOURS sifting through YouTube looking for videos you might like and then posting them on Facebook for you. But then, you rarely look at it anyway, so you normally wouldn’t see them, but I suppose I could prompt you.
I know you said to get clothes ready for dinner, but if I do that you won’t get the pleasure of ironing my clothes for me – and I couldn’t deny you that. (Hang on, I have to plug in the laptop………… OK. I’m at your desk now, I won’t mention my feet are on it.) Now, where was I?
Oh yeah, the ironing. Actually I could iron them, and I will, once I figure out which shirt to put on. Now, I know you know how long that could take since I don’t have anything for Florida hot weather anymore – although I would if I hadn’t let my arms get that old lady thing and could wear sleeveless…. But that is another issue isn’t it? I will iron yours for you, but be warned, the heat from the iron will tire me out, so a nap may be required before I get to the kitchen again – if I iron first. So, you better call before you get too close to home, so I can leap up and do them — just in case I forgot!
So you see, doing the dishes on your birthday is a selfless act. And aren’t those supposed to be the best presents of all?
Grin. Happy Birthday, Leon. You’ve made six decades and the future is yours to grab. So, my real present to you is to encourage you to grab it — and shove you a few times if you don’t move fast enough… hee hee.
Here’s your traditional birthday song:
Now, enjoy your rather strange day at work; and then we’ll have a great time at dinner with our son and daughter-in-law. Just glad you won’t have time between to dirty any dishes. Just think, when we get our RV there will be fewer dishes….
