I'm writing this as a way to remember to call my mom on Saturday to wish her a happy 56th. I'd pick up a card if I thought it would get there by her birthday, but I think I dropped the ball on that one.
This Friday is also Molly's 3rd. That's the big 21 in human years. Does that mean that we have to go out on Thursday night and start pounding shots when the clock strikes midnight?
Updated: I thought I remembered hearing something about this...the "Hour of Power" is no more. Thanks to my elected representative in Austin, I don't have to take Molly out for shots on Thursday. We can wait for the Friday crowd at the local bar. Which reminds me, I need to get her a service dog bib...or get some dark glasses and a cane.