First, I would like to thank all those who sent good wishes to me yesterday. I appreciate them very much.
So, hereâ€™s how it went on my essentially blog-free birthday night. I had a great dinner, along with a couple glasses of excellent sangiovese wine. After dinner, I had a wonderful, fattening dessert, which was eaten guilt-free, as calories don’t count on oneâ€™s birthday. I opened some presents, which consisted of some fine bourbon and a few primo CDâ€™s.
I fired up a CAO corona and sat down in Mr. Recliner, to watch the Yankees play Boston. Admittedly, I am not currently much of a baseball fan, but when I was a fan, I was a rabid Yankees fan â€“ the stuff of another post. I nodded off (after finishing the cigar) while the Red Sox were in the lead, and I woke up to a tie score, five minutes before the game winning homer. After the game and the post game hoopla, I fell asleep again in Mr. Recliner. Up to this point, the night was excellent.
However, when I awoke, the television was showing Suzanne Somersâ€™ latest infomercial, which features her looking fabulous working out on one of her latest exercise contraptions. Then it dawned on me.
It was also Suzanne Somersâ€™ birthday.
In fact, Ms. Somers and I are exactly the same age (although it is possible that one of is as much as twenty-three hours and 59 minutes older than the other). She looks absolutely terrific, and I…well……