I'm Drunk, But Good Reason

So the Hubbeast is celebrating his 50th birthday at the time of this writing. We have gotten pretty toasted, me especially as I am celebrating his 50th (yes, I said 5-0) birthday. I wanted to do something special, but couldn't because of lack of money. My plan was to take him out to dinner, but I don't make that much money, and his disability only covers the bills that we have. Ok, maybe not, but I don't make that much money, and I certainly didn't this latest paycheck, as you all know that they have cut my hours.  Right now, though, my Hubbeast is celebrating his 50th in the only way I am able to help him celebrate, and that's enough. My only hope is that this entry comes out legitly  legible. Lord knows that I am not able to read what I'm writing without spell check.

Anyway, it has been a good day so far. I would have liked to do more for his birthday, but we barely want to converse with people, and the people we do couldn't make it. Well, one of them did, which was nice.

Yes, pretty toasted. It's okay though. I don't get toasted very often. It feels nice to be toasted. It gives me a challenge. Right now, it is hard to write this entry, but it's alright.

So yeah, I'm toasted. I've said it many times in this entry. But in my defence, it is my Hubbeast's birthday. Have a good night. Much love, dearies.