A perfectionist walked into a bar…apparently, the bar wasn’t set high enough.
The Sun came up and I jumped out of bed and headed to Urgent Care to get tested for COVID-19. It took almost an hour and a half and it was so much fun. Wicked Wanda, the duty nurse, proved she could put two separate four-foot-long sticks up my nose, OUCH!
After this medical experience, I needed some humor! What’s it called when a hospital runs out of maternity nurses? A midwife crisis!
Returning home, I gathered my tuxedo and all the hardware and headed for Mary’s. We are going to a birthday party/dance tonight and the theme is the 1920’s. My tux will pass for a 1920s tux. I looked in the mirror and I could have passed for being born in the 1920s.
Mary fixed breakfast and it was perfect. I reminded her that in the mornings, I become a cereal killer. On a serious note, and you don’t get those very often, Mary adds a secret ingredient into her cooking, it’s called LOVE!
I had biscuits and gravy along with Mary’s special “meatloaf cupcakes”. She puts meatloaf into a cupcake mold, tops it off with mashed potatoes, and then a dollop of cheese. Bake and “breakfast is served!”. What did Shakespeare have for breakfast? Hamlet!
In the afternoon we finished off the Valentine’s Day tree and it looks pretty good. We also took off 35 lights that were dead and replaced them with a 200-light string. It’s pretty bright now! So bright that three ships ran aground in Long Beach harbor. I unplugged the tree three times and we got a return signal from Catalina. Did I mention when we turn in the tree, the lights in the neighborhood dim??
Up close and personal the tree is loaded.
We had some time so we again sat and attempted to do the 1,000 piece puzzle. In the USA more people enjoy jigsaws each year than any other table game. Although it may seem odd, it will take you four times as long to do a 1,000 piece jigsaw as it will to do a 500 piece jigsaw.
At 5:00 PM we got cleaned up and dressed for the dance. My tux actually fit so I guess Christmas was not too bad on my weight. We decided to do a selfie in front of the tree. NOTE TO SELF: Get longer arms!
Off to Chino for a wild evening of dancing and celebrating. I told Mary that I take limbo dancing so seriously that I’d bend over backward to win a competition. Then Mary fired back, “What sort of dancing do ducks like? The quackstep.” I have met my match!
We danced and danced and danced since this will be my last dance for probably a month! My memory is coming back, slowly I might add, as I had some steps pop into my head as we went through the evening.
Time to sing Happy Birthday so Mary and I departed the premises because there were too many mirrors on the wall and with our voices, they were in jeopardy.
Then it happened, an announcement came over the loud speaker saying “The kissing lamp is lit!” Not wanting to make the announcer feel bad, I planted a big one on her.
My temperature shot up, I began to sweat, I panted twice, swooned, and fortunately, Bob and Donna had the number for 911 and called them!
We danced until 10:00 PM before heading home. It was a great evening.