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You say it’s your birthday – It’s my birthday too, yeah

You say it’s your birthday – It’s my birthday too, yeah

“So, my sister-in-law just turned forty,” my co-worker told me as she walked into my office a couple of weeks ago, “and ever since, she has nothing but complaints.”   “What do you mean?” I asked.   “Well, first she started that she can’t sleep through the night anymore.  Then she started saying that her back and neck were bothering her when she woke up.  And her latest? She is having a difficult time getting up from the couch, because…

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Too close for comfort

Too close for comfort

“Hilary, there are flowers for you here,” my office’s receptionist sung into the phone as she called me from our other location, which is about half a mile from where I work.    “Flowers?  For me? There? That is so strange.  Who are they from?” I asked.   “I don’t know.  Come over and find out,” she happily answered.   “Alright,” I replied as I grabbed my car keys.  “I will come over.”  But, before I left my office I…

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Close encounters of the preparedness kind

Close encounters of the preparedness kind

   My husband, Marc, and I pulled into his brother’s driveway.  As he put the car in park, I turned to him and said, “I don’t want to go in there.”    “Why?  What’s wrong?”    “I am afraid to see the cat,” I replied.   Just a few days before, their beloved cat was hit by a car, broke her leg, and needed her tail amputated.  “I am afraid I will cry when I see her with no tail.  I…

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Relaxation reversal

Relaxation reversal

I love manicures, pedicures, and facials.  However, I have never had any desire to have a massage.  In fact, since I usually ask my manicurist to skip the massage when I get my nails done, I was sure that I wouldn’t enjoy a massage one bit.    A couple of friends were flying in for a long weekend.  It was one of their birthdays.   We wanted to surprise the birthday girl with something special to celebrate.  We decided to hit…

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He is just a man….

He is just a man….

He is just a man, covered in fur, that is. Alex, the cat, has worked his way so deep into my husband, Marc, and my heart and soul. Fifteen years ago, Marc had no plans of adopting a pet. As a surprise, his girlfriend, at the time, brought him a year old cat, as a birthday present. She assured Marc that if he didn’t want the cat, she could return him to the shelter the following day. When Marc fell…

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