I’m going to make my own holiday. With hookers. And blackjack.

Good morning, lovelies. It’s Friday, it’s a made up holiday, and the weekend is nigh upon us.

Yesterday’s appointment was uneventful. Because I had a complete physical last year, I didn’t need to repeat all the tests I had back then. Unfortunately, I assumed I needed the tests annually, and had… prepped for them. Boo.

No tests, but I did get to pee in the world’s worst specimen cup. It was less of a “cup” and more “fat test tube”.

We’re celebrating my birthday with dinner at my favorite Chinese place tonight. I’m going to stuff my face full of yummy food and drink a bowl of booze. For a change, there’s no other plans for the weekend. He’s got work tomorrow morning, the typical weekly grocery run after lunch, and group on Sunday morning. At some point, I’m going to force him to take a break from painting so we can watch a movie.