Charlie Bear here with some news (news Mom Peep is ambivalent about). That’s a big word…ambivalent…but I think I know what it means. She’s not crazy about this news, and she’s not upset either. She’s in between.
Today, Mom Peep got a birthday card. She read it and it said:
You Are SOOOOO 60!
She laughed and laughed, and then she put her glasses on.
This is what it really said:
Dad Peep got her flowers, gifts (even Dr. Scholl’s gel pads for her heel that’s bothering her as a gift from me…lol), and is taking her to Morton’s for dinner for the big 6-0. Pretty nice.
They say 40 is the new 60. Or is it 60 is the new 40? Does that mean 80 is the new 60? Mom gets confused. I tell her it’s just another day. And that she’s doing great. Hey, look at me…I’m six and that’s like 42 in people years. Geesh…talk about getting up there fast!
Happy Birthday Mom Peep!
Wiggles & Woofs,
Charlie Bear (I’ll be posting my #4 very soon with tips on how to love a difficult dog (like me).