Every year, skinheads all over Europe celebrate my birthday with marches or riots. Yesterday was my birthday (thanks for the song, Lee Ann, and the wishes from Menzies), so they were at it again. Why?
When I was young, my mother would bake cakes for my birthday, bless her.
I hate drinking real beer. I love the taste, but I hate the alcohol. Excessive happiness and then hangover. Yesterday I was forced to open a bottle of Beez Neez Honey Wheat Beer. I got it as a present, so I had to drink it. A smooth honey taste, but lacking in bitterness, and not a patch on the genuine German wheat beer. It was way too easy to drink, and the alcohol interfered with my sleep last night. Thank goodness I still have over 100 bottles of alcohol-free home brew to fall back on. Not literally, obviously.
This is always a busy time of year for me. Last weekend was the 12th anniversary of meeting my beloved partner. She and I often use this date as an excuse to review the preceding year, and brainstorm some ways to make the next year better. At various times this year, each of us has been through occasional "difficult" spells. As one does.
To make the next year better, my partner came up with this magic formula for happiness:
"When I'm feeling bad, all you need to do is pay some attention to me.
And when you're feeling bad, all you need to do is pay some attention to me." ©
It's so simple! I'll let you know if I give it a try.
PS - looking into my stats for yesterday, I see somebody went to the trouble of translating my page into Spanish. Also, I'm still getting about 40 extra hits per day from an old tattoo picture I posted last year. And repeated hits are coming from one of MM's old comments that contained a link to a rabbit bestialising a chicken. Well done MM!
