April fourteenth was our dog Lucy’s birthday. We completely
forgot to celebrate.
Last Saturday was, well, very busy. My husband was away at
Ridgefield High School’s spring musical rehearsal pretty much the entire day
and I worked and came home, finished up cupcakes and left to go deliver them
and watch the last run through of the play. Basically her birthday was her
being ignored the entire day. I feel like crap.
But is it too late? Never! Today I’m planning on making her
dinner to last the week of fish, potatoes, carrots, peas and blueberries, all
some of her favorite things. Hopefully she won’t notice that we are celebrating
a week late, but something tells me with how much attention she was begging for
last week that she knows we forgot it. [guilt]
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