The Birthday Week

In celebration of Father's Day, we took the oldies out for dinner. Actually, we take them out quite a bit but this time we had cards and a toast to the men. I told the husband to enjoy his Father's Day time because at the stroke of midnight, the attention turns to me. It's my birthday week.

Nothing special happens during birthday week. I just enjoy saying it. "Be nice to me, it's my birthday week." "I don't want to do that and I don't have to, it's my birthday week."

They say you're as old as you feel. If that's true, I'll be turning 150-years old this week. Look for me on the Smucker's jar when Willard Scott celebrates oldies.