She told me to pick out whatever I wanted for lunch and dinner, and I was torn. Because I follow a really strict diet normally, what is "special" to me may be pretty ordinary to most. And, I complained that I am limited to just 1 meal because if I have anything good for lunch, I probably won't want dinner, so it is only fair to include Birthday Eve in the mix so I can
So, for Birthday Eve, I chose a double cheeseburger and fries from my favorite place, White Rose. See, here's where it starts to turn ugly. Years ago, back when I was throwing wrenches at old people, I would eat at White Rose a few times a week. A little gas, then all was well. Last night, I had my cheeseburger and fries, watched a bit of TV, then all hell broke loose.
Poor Mrs. Crotchety
And that was only the beginning as it was soon followed by
I made it through the night and spent most of today contributing to global warming by producing more methane gas than a small herd of goats. But I have my once a year chance to party like a rock star, so I needed to keep on going.
I finally fell asleep at around 6 a.m. (total rock star behavior) and then got back up at around 10 a.m. Time to get my party on now.
After breakfast, of course.
The Crotchety Old Lady made me a nice omelet and toast (breakfast of rock stars--I looked it up on the Google) and while trying to decide what wild and crazy thing to do, I thought it best to take a 4 hour "power nap."
After the nap, it was time for lunch, and Mrs made me a grilled cheese and some chicken soup. I need the energy for the crazy times ahead today.
After lunch, it was a little Age of Empires to kick off the wild times. Then another nap. Don't want to crash during the crazy night planned for me.
After the nap--Reno 911 had a marathon today on Comedy Central-- that took up my afternoon.
Next thing and it was dinner time. I've been planning this for days. Weeks, even.
And then it started to rain, so any idea of going out ended. I sent her to the store to get some Veggie Patch meatballs, and she made me those with some spaghetti. Do rock stars eat spaghetti and soy meatballs?
I did have some of the world's smallest chocolate cake before giving it up for this year. Going to have to wait until next year to do the rock star thing, I guess.
This former wild and crazy guy is feeling Willard Scott shout out old.
While getting old sucks, I've heard that birthdays are good for you.
The more you have, the longer you live.