Around this time last year, my sister came to me one day and told me that our furbaby passed away.

“Why didn’t he tell me?” I had asked her.

She shrugged. “Well, you guys aren’t married anymore,” she’d said.

Riiiiight.

That one little caveat that means we don’t have to communicate with each other anymore.

Today, I celebrate 49 years on this planet and I’m reminded of a comment you made several birthdays ago.

“I don’t know what to get you for your birthday. I feel so guilty just getting you a Barnes and Noble gift card.”

Well, you should have felt guilty.

Last Friday, the A/C in our condo started to go out earlier in the afternoon. By Saturday, we were sweltering but there was no relief in sight until Tuesday. So Sis and I stayed with my parents for a few days. Dad and I were watching John Wick 3 and in one scene, Laurence Fishburne’s character is being accused of providing John with a gun and seven bullets to kill someone. As his punishment, the verdict was that Laurence would receive seven cuts.