Birthday day!

Hi Evfurry buddy!

You know, I have had a lot of birthdays (today is my 75th) but I can no longer have the one thing I loved the best about them.

It is where your Mom, one of your Aunties or your Uncle, starts telling the story about the day you were born.  All of those people are gone for me, and I miss them everyone.  My adoptive Mom (who was a sister to my birth Mom) really told the best one, the temperature was way below zero (Mid November, not really likely) and the snow was very deep.  They had to get my Mom to the hospital to have me, but the old car got stuck on the railroad tracks, and three people in the car had to push it off and onto the road.  They made it in time, but it was touch and go all the way.  I was born, my mother was fine, but the Aunties who came along and had to push the car off the tracks were the ones who had the hard time.  I got the giggles everytime I heard the tale and I am quite sure it was a TALE.  It did get colder every year and the snow got deeper, thats for certain.

On another story, my Doc wrote me that the biopsies taken are all just fine with no cancer or unusual cells.  I may be good for another year!

Love and hugs,

Jo