The Birthday Curse

You would think by now, at the ripe old age of (censored), I would know better.

Unfortunately, I decided to go against years of experience and invite a few friends over for dinner tomorrow night to celebrate my birthday. Now, any of you other February babies probably know what I'm talking about: but this is a lousy time of year to have a birthday. You, or everyone that you know, is sick or else there is a massive snowstorm that cuts off all the power and closes roads in a 1000 mile radius of where you live.

But, we weren't expecting snow, and I felt fine, so I called our friends Maggie-the-Human, her husband Martin and Cathy and asked them to come share prime rib and and couple of rounds of tarot. That was yesterday morning.

By yesterday afternoon I started to feel "something." I wasn't sure what it was, but it wasn't the way I usually felt. I ignored it, hoping that extra vitamin C would make it go away.

It was clear by today that I have bronchitis. Now, I NEVER get bronchitis. I can't remember the last time I had it, it was so long ago. But, I toyed with the curse.

JM has suggested that we make me a fake birthday in June or September... It may not be a bad idea.

Oh well. I guess we (and the dogs) are going to get to enjoy that prime rib all on our own.

Ciao for now.

Randy (cough, cough, cough)